I Don’t Have a Pill for That
It scares me to watch
a woman hobble along
the sidewalk, hunched adagio
leaning on —
there’ s so much fear
I could draw you a diagram
of the great reduction
all of us will soon
be way-back-when.
The wedding is over.
Summer is over.
Life please explain.
This book is nearly halfway read.
I don’ t have a pill for that,
the doctor said.