8 25 25 I lost a large man
I
lost
a large
man recently,
Harv was
six and one
half feet
and at one time
had weighed
as much as
four hundred
and fifty pounds
with ankles
bigger than my
thighs,
we visited
the big man
for the last
time in Sudbury
in the cool
expanse of his
basement suite
home
and we talked
politics and
unions like
we always have
but he was
sick and blue
not knowing
that he had
less than
a month to live
riddled with the
murderous force
of cancer
throughout all
of his vital
organs
and when we
left the big man’s
suite he threw
his arms around
me tucking me
into his warm
girth for the
last time
as I didn’t have
the guts to say
good bye on the
way back through
as he lay dying
in the hospital
instead wandering
the parking lot
with my old crusty
dog while ducking
parking lot attendants
with some vehicle
shuffling until my
wife emerged
somewhat broken
from the hospitals
hallowed doors
and we got back
on the road with
no rest until
we were hunkered
down somewhere
near the pink stones
of Lake Superior.
