Learning you is more than
recognizing
your form. It is experiencing
your losses
each time you miss a step
and your conversation
staggers between decades.
Your waking hour has long passed
beyond retrieval
slid under the breakfast table
evaporated
under your husband’s chair
like steam from his coffee
and with your next breath
you will repeat your offer
to pour more coffee
or observe the clouds
certainly are dark this morning
thick and many,
as you will not remember my
reasoning word:
I pour the coffee because it is hot
I pour because I need order
the process unexamined
until now.
Learning you is learning myself.
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