Status Updates From Poems 1962-2020

"Dearest love: The roses are in bloom again,
cream and rose, to either side of the brick walk.
I pass among them with my white umbrella
as the sun beats down upon the oval plots like pools
in the grass, willows and the grove
of statuary. So the days go by. Fine days
I take my tea beneath the elm
half turned, as though you were beside me saying
'Flowers that could not take your breath away . . . "

There is always some poetry you just go back to, again and again.