the vineyard was perfect,

i didn't quite realize.

colin worked,

and worked and worked,

then joined us

for sunsets on the patio.

colin's grandfather and yenny

quietly lived their lives,

and we, marketa and i, 

hardly made a ripple.

here, in santa fe, we find ourselves,

even in lockdown,

begging off the slightest

of social events.

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we have our work, and afterward

we want our time to ourselves,

marketa to read or practice,

i, to draw or walk,

or, better, sit outside, face to the sun

to read or daydream.

colin's world, i miss that terribly.

i miss him terribly.

i miss colin's grandfather terribly,

and though sunsets

will go on and on and on,

and though it states the obvious,

he will not. we will not.

i see a u-haul, and a road trip, in our future.