I don’t think I’ll ever
forget that windy afternoon in
spring before he went
away he told me to come
over he said come
on inside and after
he kissed me, he poured
ounces of gold into my hands and silver, too, and he surprised
me by asking about my unborn future
grandchildren, their financial
well-being. I will take that concern as love even though we only exist between the sheets and her daily phone call.