IN MEMORIAM: JR

for too too long

i took the big heart

for granted

we quarreled

sharply over . . .

nothings as

it turned out

two old men

pissing straight

into a wind

that never 

cares . . . and

it seemed 

as if the great 

round head

karen misses

so much, the

head i thought

mistakenly

he valued too

proudly would

outlast us all

like the big

house he loved

like his roses

like his aged 

beautiful wife

now in 

sadness that 

will not cease

her afternoons

now ablaze

with worry

that her 

lover, JR,

might miss

the evening

meal made

by her hands

these sixty

perfect years

and more

and so much 

much more, my

dear sweet trudy

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