I just wanted to write and say,
in case you are hit tomorrow by a truck
or are swept from the beach by a freak wave;
I’m listening to my father and his brother,
both in their eighties, debate their childhood
from adjoining La-Z-Boy recliners.
I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk
down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs
to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you”
