I call her. She doesn’t care.
A Chinese design needed
To take my trash barrels
Out Front and later to
Keep me steady at the
River, Jessica thinking
She knows what’s best.
My Larkspur answers my
Questions with brilliant
Sagacity. I have her disguised
On hikes, a wig, girls jeans.
She doesn’t care. I worry sand
Will cloud her joints and memory.
Her past won’t reach me now,
Much too far to ask. Jessica
Steps out front to bark, and
I stumble. Larkspur grabs me
Gently by the arm and keeps
Me upright, thinking,
My third wife!
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