Motion
You speed through
the Minotaur’s labyrinth
hoping to avoid the monster.
The motor responds.
You have another
someplace to go.
You look into the wind,
a lop-eared hound
head out the window.
Complicit,
the GPS tracks your
departures and arrivals.
In your sonic life,
you are the hip hero pointing
toward the next adventure,
the lover with the ball
of thread to navigate
the labyrinth.
~
Her Final Email
Days you stayed in bed.
Migraines. Texas heat
and medications
made you sweat. And then
another week had slipped away,
unlike your chores and wishes.
At your desk, a compost heap
of essays. You even began grading
and then Shadow would sigh
to say it was past feeding time
and you abandoned them. You called
him the best dog in the present world.
One son announced he was moving back
so you removed the sewing machine
from his room. You then grew angry
with your husband for leaving.
The other son mentioned downsizing
and you heard nursing home.
Your grandchildren were delightful.
In your final email, you acknowledged
you were lucky, but only so far.
And soon after, the fatal dose.
We could have reunited,
here in Kentucky or there in Texas.
We could have remembered,
and renewed, our luck.
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