Yesterday was a difficult day.
We buried my sister.
Friends called her Stevie.
Her name was Stephanie,
and there was nothing
Stephanie loved better
probably than a townie bar
with red leatherette booths
and a worn pool table
and a jukebox full of old 45’s.
I’m 73 but feel a thousand.
Weeds garnished the graves.
Howie Good is a professor emeritus at SUNY New Paltz whose poetry collections include The Dark and Akimbo, available from Sacred Parasite.
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