Prague by Stephen Dobyns The day I learned my wife was dying
I told myself if anyone said, Well, she had
a good life, I’d punch him in the nose.
How much life represents a good life?
Maybe a hundred years, which would
give us nearly forty more to visit Oslo
and take the train to Vladivostok,
learn German to read Thomas Mann
in the original. Even more baseball games,
more days at the beach and the baking
of more walnut cakes for family birthdays. How much time is enough time? How much
is needed for all those unspent kisses,
those slow walks along cobbled streets? Art by Mary Beth McKenzie
Recommended listening: Bloodstream - Stateless
Come And Find Me - Josh Ritter
Links of the Day: The Talks Interview with Steve McCurry Solitary Nation (must-see documentary) David Hockney in the now Do not love a refugee