Took the long way around the hilly block.
And what did you see, my dear?
Masks, that's what I saw, tossed in the middle of the road.
Spoke to a woman named Carolyn.
Oh, that's one of my favorite names, I said. I have a friend named Carolyn. And two, if you count Tony's daughter.
Her next door neighbor had moved into Christ's Home.
She has Alzheimer's disease and is more confused than ever.
I told her about my friend Shirley Sanders, whose photo is on my fridge. A Merck drug did no good on her.
And of course my neighbor Eileen, darnit! - is living at a facility in Roslyn, PA.
So, Carolyn on Cowbell Road had chosen some chairs to keep.
I sat down in one and said, Hey, I'll bring my book and read here.
Am drinking my hot tea now, which is now iced cold. Wild Berry, no caffeine, with a sprinkling of cinnamon.
When I caught up with Mailman Dante this morning, he was sitting in his truck.
We can't give up yet, I said.
He nodded in agreement.
What a beautiful song is on WRTI-FM now.
I'm guessing it's Brahms Requiem.
POEM: Deliver Us from Ourselves
The incumbent has an easier time
but we thought - we thought we were
in the majority. How little we know
what is going on in the wider world.
Life will go on, I will walk with
pride down my street, crunching
in the dead leaves, voices of Loved Ones
ringing in my ears.
Johannes Brahms (1833-1897) Dead at age 64 - is it possible?
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