Mikki Aronoff
Hospice Trick
You hoodwinked us
as you rode away
with the dawn while we
looked at each other,
our heads so heavy in the waiting,
its tenseness on the neck,
that we seized on events
so common, so trivial
and true, that we were laughing
as you slipped elsewhere,
unnanounced, to free fall,
blue-lit.
Mikki Aronoff is chasing words in New Mexico, where she is trying to write more, but less.