December 8th, 2024
Today, my love, would have been
our forty-fifth anniversary,
but you could only stay
for forty-four.
Betty and I walked down
to the beach,
an eighty-two-year-old man
and an eleven-and-a-half-year-old
dog. You, disembodied,
were with us.
The beach at Parque
del Plata is one we
first walked on in 2012,
before we bought our house
in Atlántida.
Today the beach was clean,
and full of your presence.
Betty and I walked
almost to the second
lifeguard station,
about as far as an old man
and an old dog can.
I didn't find many shells,
but I found something more precious:
you, for the first time in years,
were able to walk
with us.
Copyright © 2024 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler.
