Immunes
and with each passing day
he shoulders the weight,
as if he were the only strongman
left in his own heart's circus-
there will be more stiff breezes,
and more Spring blankets to chase;
but there will be no more Maggies
to catch them on the fly.
and with each passing year
he cradles the memories,
as if he were the only gatekeeper
left to tend the garden.
there will be more silent dances,
and more Summer chances to take;
