Jigsaw

 

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Last Decision

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90, heart twice that.

Five great - great - grands.

Cut puzzles with your jigsaw

in the basement shop

every afternoon

six days a week

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Now in this ICU

bolt upright, breath spent

gurgling out pink, froth,

blue eyes wide.

Lasix, morphine, not enough.

Ventilator.

You wave us off:

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Time—

to—

go.