She fills a bag with chicken and cheese,
spring water, red wine, strong brandy,
then pulls on boots and sets out fast,
hoping his ghost can keep on calling
to help her find the way. She follows
snow, she follows the sheen of his
ashes between shadow and light
singing Brother o brother where art thou
to the tune of his favorite jazzy song.
At last there he is with winter eyes
in the middle of time’s muddled world,
that glimmer of his old twisted smile
humming Maybe, baby, I loved you once
but it’s sure been quite awhile.