A hummingbird, " did you see it," he asked,
whirring barely missing
Sixty years, seventy seven sudden
A monarch hits the window.
nine months, five years,
Eighty eight your mother was,
how long could breathe sustain her body?
The front yard shading chestnut dies slowly, leaves curling
How long could you live with the grief of slow death?
One year, gregorian named, a choir practise
"Your Mother Died," shouted words whispered.
How else could I have told you?