The Fable of the Little Old Man and the Little Old Woman
They were still in their pj’s dancing cheek to cheek in their living room
after a first cup of coffee. He said he was embarrassed, already 9 am.
He didn’t know his lungs were full of tumors already.
She didn’t know that she had Alzheimer’s and couldn’t always
He wouldn’t tell us about her diapers and her terrors at an always new
Through the balcony door, sun flickered up from the Willamette River,
a heron sliced east.
Inside their blooming red geranium, she said, the Fourth of July
Then he told a fable about the little old man and the little old woman
who packed a picnic of the last chunk of bread, a piece of dry cheese,
their only apple, and a long-saved bottle of red wine.
In their little old car, they drove to the edge of a sea bluff
where they feasted and made love and sang ballads till the moon rose,
then they buckled in and drove off the cliff together.
He said, Isn’t that the most wonderful story? Such a happy ending.