Remembering Nathaniel D.
(Ode to Ex-husband)
Never missed a cue,
read like a pro.
His elastic tallness—haughty, nauseously
trying not to get dizzy,
walked straight and strong
as long as he had blinders on.
Hands of a butcher bricklayer piano player,
fingers on all the rightwrong keys.
Brave, he was, as a hunter in a zoo—
envied the freedom he saw there.
He walked under and around life
in a fast run
so no one would know
that his cues were in Braille.
I am a 77-year-old retired therapist who has been getting back to my true love of writing after 45 years in my real job. I have had many poems published in over 40 journals including one nominated for the Pushcart Prize.