Kathy

Absolved of troubles, I've wrapped in time, she passes me my book, uncertainty arrested, how we’re still alive, my tears flow at rest, delivery, testimony, doubled, love flows down the line, it hangs on leaden pillows, believe me a life connected, to the stuff of wine, buckles many a song ingested, the poems speak of rivers, lime trees, water, sunshine, worries fold in their pictures, nothing disturbs her requests, the lines accept our decline, but somehow we are blessed and know we’ll be fine.