In Progress Lacking the certainty Of Milton, Wordsworth Or even Harold Bloom, I drove Susan's Hyundai Toward her first appointment Of the day in the desert On Bob Hope Drive. Pushing her into a machine They gave her ear plugs And me as well Sitting by the wall. Then tolled a discordant Chime time and again While urging her stillness And the holding of breath. Death was ever on Our minds but not quite Yet. Pulling her out They let me help her stand And on my arm walk her Off on our next venture. --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com