she gets breakfasts in bed, an all-pandemic menu benefit
I smile, as I carry delicately her coffee, berries, & bagel, a happy house divided, stroked even sided 1/2 French pear confiture 1/2 NYC whipped cream cheese
I smile, as I am now an imagined, a heroic carry-out guy, an ear budded delivery man, whose ears are filled to the brim with words of an old love song, “where all my journeys end”^
this poem is hers, an ending for her bed breakfasting, and a commencing, for her living well
an ending for her bed breakfasting, and a commencing, for her living well, a place where, all my journeys end.