His name is like a ham sandwich—simple,
But sustaining enough. No one squints
At Henry's name tag, and junk mail...

In the hours before the sun set behind Arthur's Seat
and the lowland sky unclouded in long braids,
I watched my landlord's mother...

The tables are big and so empty.
Bowls of fruit salad must be large and
Casseroles nourishing enough to comfort the grieving.

The day begins with order
and quiet, broken
only by the small ringing...