Memories of Burt, Always Burt

Once upon a time, Burt and I had been at a Mets game [there were lots of Mets games] and I have a picture sitting on a shelf next to a more recent photo of us together on 78th St. Both good memories, juxtaposed to make me smile. Like a before and after. Just notContinue reading “Memories of Burt, Always Burt”

I write a poem

This is a poem becauseBecause I miss you andToday I miss you more, Seeing your picture, oneTaken years before yourIllness changed you, whenA walk on the ramp to orFrom our river path wasYour favorite way to spendSome hours, when you Were strong, and active,I miss you in that beforeTime, but you know I alsoMiss theContinue reading “I write a poem”

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