(There can’t ever be too many Delores poems. She is a good book,
the kind you’re always looking for when you walk into the library).
Delores called yesterday. Almost ninety now, doesn’t
ever mention missing body parts, plunges in about
her recent visit to Virginia to visit her brother Con. He was the baby,
maybe 68, he was handsome, even looked enough like Elvis for other people
to notice and he has had a colorful life a life still does even though
he might have to have his right leg amputated below the knee
but nothing will stop him ever she says. Though he’s slowing
down a little. Five wives. Maybe more. Who can remember she says.
Two beautiful daughters live right nearby. We saw them
and their children and his old friend Lightening.
Lightening is the slowest man alive says Delores.
I invite her over but she is busy until Friday.
I’ll tell you the rest then she says.
Can't wait until Friday