I Cannot Find

I Cannot Find

his old nebulizer

for you to use.

Of course hospice personnel picked up their

nebulizer post haste,

were milling around in the front yard checking

their watches,

waiting for Dr. Butin's call officially

advising them of Dan's death. 

This is stinking thinking

Not poetry either.

Of course they wanted to collect their

Equipment.

But I hear they rushed in the front door

and had the place pretty much cleared before

I arrived home with our stained pillow,

His bag of unused pills and stiffened tee-shirts.

I couldn't tell what had happened at the time,

Still not sure if a hospital bed was ever in our living

room,

coiled piles of tubing waiting

in closets,

a fold-up wheelchair against the wall like

a giant autumn leaf  flattened  

between pages marking the place where I stopped reading.