He went outside to get some air,
Feet stuttering,
The muttering
Kept to himself.
Please do not stare,
Not that he would care
But he remembers
The fluttering
Of birds
And glorious
Septembers
Picking pears.
In late summer blossom
The gossamer
Of spiders webs
Brushed aside.
They laid together
He remembers her;
Will she remember him?
No man doubts
The veracity of good intention
But some truths
Are too close to mention.