Morning walk at Golden Pines:
Late February sky deep blue
Through trees for now still
leafless
But about to
change their minds.
A moving van packs up the contents
of a cottage,
Fewer since her husband died,
And takes them to Assisted Living,
As if there were
some other kind.
Across the pond, the hink and honk of geese,
Heading north, programmed to care for their own.
An ambulance pulls slowly away
From the
Siren, blue lights turned off.
Robert Demaree is a
retired school administrator with ties to