for Sheldon, still kicking the tires
Three thousand miles is a long drive. Memories
have a way of negating distance, especially when
iPhones pave the way. My good friend and I talk
on a regular basis, usually monthly, sometimes more
of the lives we live, one coast to the other, changes
in routine, women we've loved or love now, family.
After a review of books, film, concerts, subject shifts.
The body electric becomes a focal point: conditions,
medications, surgeries, often minor though who knows
what lurks ahead. Our personal organ recital: not just
survival or who has fewer bottles of meds; talking
good along with the bad, eyes on the open road.
Marc Swan is a retired vocational rehabilitation counselor. Poems recently published in Crannóg, Gargoyle, Queen's Quarterly, among others. His fourth collection, today can take your breath away, was published by Sheila-na-gig Editions in 2018. He lives in coastal Maine with his wife Dd, an artist, clothing designer and maker.