An Obituary

 
Whenever I
think about
my father
I feel
quite
sad
and I am
sure
it is the
same way
he felt
whenever
he thought
about me
and all those
years
we both
threw
away.

 


Art

 
Today
at the
art
gallery
there
was a
young
woman
weeping
in the
permanent
collection.
Standing
alone
in front
of an
Impressionist
landscape.
Everyone
was
concerned
but me:
I felt
optimism
for the
first time
in a
long
time