Eating a Pear Reminds Me of Her
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Eating a Pear Reminds Me of Her

Eating a pear reminds me of her:my grandmother half a century agoin her stalwart putty-grey brick housewith the pear tree in the yardat 40 Euclid;the sticky trickle down the heel of my nine-year-old handand onto my shortsrecalled as if it were today. My drooping hydrangeas remind me of her:brisk scissors in handreaping huge white blooms…

A dream of you on your bench
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A dream of you on your bench

I have a dream about youin which you are sitting on a bench, your bench,the one you have always sat on,at some distance from the sea off Scotlandbut close enough to smell and hear it. Next to you on the bench are your things:your book, a pair of binoculars,a bacon sandwich because it is almost…