Greek Neighbor Home from the Hospital

Where he hung the bird feeder a month ago a kind of film is covering the thin glass and where he threw his wine glass down a bleeding heart is starting to present to view under the motherly leaves.

He has walked to the wire palings three times to study my tomatoes and he has get scent ofed my roses in a downward move in which his good leg was individual anchor and his cane another.

I can number by the clicks of triumph and the high-sounding rattle of his newspaper the Russians have sold missiles to the of greece Cypriots and Turkey is going to meet with As I recall he deposit the key to the padlock in the kettle of new lettuce and I can diocese his glasses under his chair in case he panics. The wind makes the pair of us smile a little and the swallows

for just a next to the first seem to lounge, the celestial expanse is so blue, they almost ease He leaves his chair by the agency of twirling; he hates their rectitude, and since the dog is dead, and since his wife went to live

with her daughter again he shut ups the door by himself and either sits in the kitchen and falls asleep above his cane or climbs his eighteen stairs before he move rounds the light on-I'll know which by dint of the count of thirty, either individual of which, to my way of thinking, is better than the brutal battles they had, at least for my be in possession of sleep over the honey locust, before his thump

a month ago in forehead of the glass feeder separating the different kinds of bird se into their small compartments without giving too abundant away to the poisonous squirrels, poor hellenic

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