STILL HERE, STILL ALIVE, STILL FREE
A veritable sea of trees presents itself at my front door.
Branches have been crushed from fierce fiery winds
They came down during the night. I slept through it all.
Sad upon awakening I realized few people I loved were
still alive. In what used to be Sarah's bedroom, I have a
spectacular photo of Mom, dear Bernice, but let's not
kid ourselves. We had our spats. Today I emailed Tiffany
and told her I wore her earrings while I walked around
the block. Does doing 'nice things' nullify the terrible?
- Ruth Z Deming
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