of the ages. I won’t even bother
to mention the way the heart beats,
the habitual squinting of the eyes,
or one phone call after another
going straight into voice-mail.
Instead, I will only mention this –
I stopped the other day at the park
and stood in the middle of the gazebo
where you wore white once,
where your mother took snap shots
and your father shook my hand,
where my youngest son showed up
at the last minute and agreed
to join us afterward for Mexican food.