today
we walked to the farmers’ market
sunshine flowing like a cape
some are gathering in washington
to hope and dream out loud
linda ronstadt said she has parkinson’s
and will never sing again
I watched a little boy of joy dance
in the middle of the coffee shop
marks three weeks since my dad died
and our little dog, too
I will write this poem and then go
back out into the sunshine
Peace,
Milton
let the heat and the light soak in deep
soul deep
I’m so sorry to hear about the death of your little dog.
Grace, mercy and peace to you and Ginger, and also joy and love.
Thanks, Barbara.