Covey of nuns without benefit of wimple graciously attired sport coat, turtleneck, skirt scurry through the airport

Old lady on a park bench hunkered down babushka and shawl snow and wind dancing everywhere

It’s a small backyard I’ve watched for years from an upstairs window while chained to a computer. Whatever the weather

She’s not young, his wife. They’ve been together 40 years but when she gardens in her shorts and he’s lying in his hammock she’… a lovely sight to see so when she

She’s been making quilts for half a century and he’s been making poems that long as well and every now and then he brings a chocolate shake to her place

Paul’s in his backyard on a Sunday afternoon barbecuing burgers. His wife and kids are hungry in the house.

You see things at the rest home you don’t expect to see. New veteran in his Korea cap is whipping everyone else in pool. He never has to bend over

They were refugees, too, back in the Forties, settled in Chicago, learned English, some a lot, some a little,

You take care now, Harold, and don’t slip on the ice looking for a good bookstore on the streets of Chicago. Print is dead, Harold,

Long ago you said birth and death were the bookends of life. Nothing before. Nothing after. We were saplings at the time. Since then we’ve made a lot of mon…

The call comes in to the police station. It’s a small town and the voice at the library says “He’s at it again.”

There are good souls who say poverty need not always be with us who say there’s a way to make it disappear

And so I’ll tell old Max, and maybe he will listen, it’s time to call the plumber in and tell him,

Jim met an old friend from college days long after both retired. They were classmates on the beautiful campus,