as brothers
do, and sisters,
together in
conversation,
about the
state of health
of parents
in their eighties,
the talk
of death comes
up like
an unwanted weed
in the garden
that was their
life.
it can't be
planned for
like a wedding,
or birthday
gathering, but
somehow it's
on the mental
list of things
yet to do.
and even then,
do what?
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