Friday, January 24, 2020

Will our girl ever recover from depression?

FOR MY DEAR FRIEND 

No one could be kinder than she is
Or more helpful
Once in the good ole days
She came over and we watched
Six Feet Under from the Library

We laughed together while she slept
in the Peacock Chair and I on the couch
they dragged to the garbage dump

I have just walked, panting around the block
to deliver Dante, fresh from Paradiso, yet
another post card, this time to a woman named Tree.

Let's sip our coffees together, Michael's Brownie Special
Iced coffee now, but the flavor is splendid, a word my late friend
Robert Lokoff said "No one ever uses."

Will my friend ever recover from depression?
Your guess is as good as mine.
Join me in prayer right now
and center it on that white ball
in the sky we call THE MOON.

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Today is Friday, Jan. 25, 2020. I told Mom to always remember the day.

Yesterday our friend Carlos Guerrero came over. He spent 6 fantastic weeks in Ecuador. They made fun of his Spanish, since he spent most of his life here.

The country is beautiful and filled with charming women. And he is certainly a charmer.

Adios!




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