Time
Initially, lilac Sundays at the arboretum,with a red-winged blackbird.
Then Jon walks me homeneighborhoods out of his way. Romance
novels and some years later, sex—then space...
Silver Sage
En route to Montecatini-Terme, Federica asks us,
jet-lagged and bleary eyed, if we know how to spot
the olive trees
speckled along the sloping countryside.
Laura’s voice...
At the memory care center, the parlor resembles
what was once my grandmother’s bedroombut with artificial flowers.Dixie cups swirl with pink ice cream,the coffee table...
