for nan

it has come to end of day i know we must all pass this way i go through fields of glist’ning white in hoary grasp and clutch of night the autumn dawn sheds little heat hard pressed to make the dark retreat.

my thoughts are with another now she waits alone; i know not how her day near done, we must concede she leaves with seeming sudden speed a tired look upon her face she creeps toward a better place.

october 2004