Radio Summer

We rode the tram up
to OHSU hospital to see you today
over the backyard mosaic
of soggy daffodils
and wrinkled roofs

You were lying there
scattered like dry leaves
your words like wheels on gravel
one arm hanging
where they un-wired you

God, I’m glad
you could smile a bit
No more fishing
No skirt chasing
by the shipyard
by the newspaper plant
by the mother gone early
by everything wild
and hurting and new

Christ, I wish
we had one more
run up to Glacier Park
in the easy
easy radio
summer
gone
bye

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