shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Connie Woodring


Remembering Nathaniel D.

(Ode to Ex-husband)

Never missed a cue,
read like a pro.

His elastic tallness—haughty, nauseously
trying not to get dizzy,
walked straight and strong
as long as he had blinders on.

Hands of a butcher bricklayer piano player,
fingers on all the rightwrong keys.

Brave, he was, as a hunter in a zoo—
envied the freedom he saw there.

He walked under and around life
in a fast run
so no one would know
that his cues were in Braille.