dear bill

like a child finding her feet 
memory alone is awake with me
this body an improbable hickory
I listen to the promises it makes

melva sue

dear melva sue

there are spirits that come back to us
bees taking off and returning they are
gone they are gone but we go on
all fed from the same fields of clover 

all good thing to you

with gratitude for and apologies to (if they are needed)  to both Merwin and Priddy