We met that day on the job,
traveling together with time to
talk, gave, as is the custom,
the briefest of biographies
-- how does one, after all,
condense a lifetime into five
minutes or thereabouts --
and then fell silent. She, or
maybe I, noted that the day
was unseasonably warm which
reminded her, she said, how much
this time of year was treasured
by her husband. He couldn't wait
to hit the golf course she said
and laughed at something she
remembered. She did not tell
me what or why.
I understood.
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