I Don’t Have a Pill for That

It scares me to watch

a woman hobble along

the sidewalk, hunched adagio

leaning on —

there’s so much fear

I could draw you a diagram

of the great reduction

all of us will soon

be way-back-when.

The wedding is over.

Summer is over.

Life please explain.

This book is nearly halfway read.

I don’t have a pill for that,

the doctor said.