I don’t know what happened to the photo, but the book traveled through life with her ... As I opened the Bard’s book of love poems, a long-faded rose, pressed in cellophane, slipped out ...

The words come from a poem called ... curving granite wall above Dupont’s Q Street entrance: Thus in silence in dreams' projections, Returning, resuming, I thread my way through the hospitals ...

I don’t know what happened to the photo, but the book traveled through life with her ... As I opened the Bard’s book of love poems, a long-faded rose, pressed in cellophane, slipped out onto my lap ...