Short April 1st Walk

Smiling while listening to the plurbling, blurbling stream

winding gently below me on the metal, see-through bridge

Looking up to the left as a black crow yaw-caws its

way over the field of faded golden cornstalks

Glancing to the right, suddenly noticing the hefty rain clouds

flying, swooping over fields and villages…towards me


Recycled or Trash


on April Fool’s Day my sister called with a really bad joke

said Dad has liver cancer

my sister cried, though, so it’s no joke

six to twelve months predicted regardless of what they do

while leaving the hospital

Dad saw two bins standing together

one for recyclable trash and one for trash trash

he said, “Next week I’ll know if I end up in the recycled or the trash”

and he laughed

my sister choked, but forced herself to laugh with him

with a Dad who thrives on being kind to our Mom and to everyone else

well, I guess God gave time to get his house in order

to accomplish a want to do list

and I have time to relish every remaining second and to say goodbye

but it’s excruciating losing a beloved, faithful, kind friend

besides Mom and my sister, the only “long-term” friend I’ve ever had