Hospitum

Sorrow is a rabbit,
and happiness, a frog.
Come hell or high water...
Ribbit, ribbit.

Her body, a seed?
Her spirit, a dress?
How is she doing?
Sew sew.

Old age is a workout,
the bed its gym.
Less weight in the after…
Lift, lift.

Words are like crystal.
She’s having a bawl.
Come frog and come rabbit.
Lo and be held.

Ralph James Savarese | Advance Directive
Contents | Mudlark No. 82 (2025)