Many Thanks, my Brother
Dead men are heavier than broken hearts.
What’s the bother
old friend? What
after all did Occur? I read
your book of poems. I
remember your talk of Olson.
He (and you?) now dead. I
look into the mirror and
see your face. I think
of what became of my
other half. And now
this rhyme – I laugh.
We had our time, that life
together, fiercely cold
Canadian weather. Then?
What happened to my wife.
Two of Hearts - Wayne Oakes