Pennsylvania, early April.
Her father goes out every morning
to the edge of the woodsand when she asks him why
he shrugs almost imperceptibly
and asks if she'll pour him
another cup of coffee.
As a kindness she reminds
him there are only fourmore times for the chemo.
He nods and looks out the kitchen
window and she knows he's
going out there again before it's
time to leave. She's pretty sure
what he looks for is the first
signs of the trillium.
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