Jack Gilbert
Would not have
Wasted the experience
Of peeling the clementine
Strands delicate and white breaking
As flesh separates from carapace
He would not have wasted
The sensuality
Of exploding droplets
Citrus fresh
Aerosol fireworks
Did it matter
That at the end
He was in a home?
Not gazing greedily at the Aegean
Or the nipples of a lover
Or savoring a meal of fish
In a year of solitude
As swallows flew
Overhead
I don't know where my last hours will be spent
More reason, then, to embrace the scene
Cat nestled on table's corner
Dog on couch
Greasy hands from lunch
Pen on paper
Birdsong, bells
Wind on skin
Wiggling ferns
And yes
The clementine
Today
Jack Gilbert died of Alzheimer’s
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danscreativeoulet 
Ohhhh I love this here poem Dan.
I did not know Jack died of Alzheimer’s, or in a home.
But all the more context to savor the fish and the swallows and the all in the here in the now.