Judy, A Neighbor

Judy came by, a dear old neighbor,

greying, a little ghost at the door,

spooked and puzzled that life was ending,

at least all the parts that were any fun.

She traveled without her husband, Jon,

who was down in a diaper at Hoyle’s Home,

going nowhere. What could be said?

Naturally, I invited her in,

and supernaturally, we talked,

for though she made sense, it seemed to me,

she wondered so fully at what was and was not,

she might as easily have asked aloud:

Do they have any clouds you take part in?