Poem: Alzheimers

into the fog

Alzheimers

The bridge disappears into the fog.
And you do as well.
Still in sight,
and yet, periodically
invisible.

About this poem

Thinking about my Dad this morning. And of the parents of so many of my friends right now.

The picture was taken on the Hudson river, from a train window as I went into NYC.

Tom

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