She is there for solace, a familiar place of
comfort where she felt free and unencumbered
striding along woodland trails, her hair ruffled
in the fall wind, her dog lingering here and there
then dashing to reach her side. You are there
to revel in the season transforming the forest
into an artist's glowing palette, the landscape
expressed in an abstract flow of tinted colour
the restfulness of the ambience soul-soothing
and exquisitely aesthetic. She is speaking to you
and you know she is also speaking of you when
she comments how unfortunate it is when people
deliberately distance from her as though in this
time of COVID there is a viral contagion
emanating from her presence. You blanch and
quail in the dismay of one who sought to exercise
due care not to bring distress to a woman in
mourning injured by fate and others' tact in mounting
a discreet avoidance of probing that open wound.
Knowing her loss was a juxtaposition of two
unavoidable conditions; one genetic the second
happenstance and recalling her detailed and
shocked explanation what more is there to say?
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