Jeremy Seligson writes

GRIEF

By his gate, old man Kang

Is happy to see me

I shake his hand

And peer through

Glasses at his eyes

Brimming with water

Again, he has visited

His wife’s nursing home

And has returned

To an empty house ~

Those be tears, full

To the rims, cups

Of dew, soon

Overflowing

 The Grief -- Pascal Fessler