Whenever I get up in the morning I am greeted by weather. Some mornings are nicer than others, this Tuesday being one of them.
Late Night Squall
A bruised dawn awakens puffy and purple,
the corner of the horizon sanguinary
and
Sol struggling to peer through slits
in the overcast.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
I wrote this because of my frustration with how my partner was handling his PSA. Enough said.
Blindspot
My partner knows death comes for us all,
but please, do not remind him.
La La La La La . . .
As close friends died he managed a few
tears. Those confidants must have moved,
neglected to phone or write at Christmas.
His idolized mother met Charon when he
was an adult, but at the end he left her care
up to his niece.
He "claims" that he acknowledges dying,
but his only sibling's death couldn't induce
him to write a will. He ignored a rising PSA
until he could produce no pee.
With that crisis over he reverted to becoming
an ostrich agin.
Alakazam! the difficulty disappeared. Until . . .
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
