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a Quarterly Journal by and for
the Residents of NewBridge on the Charles in Dedham, MA
VOLUME 10, NUMBER 3 SPRING 2021
Cardinal
Photograph by Michael Ross
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Notes from the Editor
As winter draws on, it seems that our residents’
creativity is increasing. I have had to hold over
several submissions for our next issue because we
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just don’t have enough space to print all the
creative pieces that have come in. Many thanks to
Volume 10, Number 3 SPRING 2021
our generous donors who have supported this
issue. Please keep the articles, anecdotes, poems Editor: Prue Thorner
and photos coming
Layout and Design: Stan Treitman
Prue Thorner New resident interviews: Barbara Naditch
Reviewers: Ed Goldstein and Ann Moll
IN THIS ISSUE
Photographers: Diana Bronner
Michael Ross
The Miracle of the Flowers Ed Goldstein Sam Lehrer
Fast Forward Howard Cohen
Meet Estelle and Our generous donors who have
Barbara Naditch
Jacob Shammash contributed to this issue:
Gabi Peter Halfon
A Family Novella Ruth Ades
Birthday Dinner Len Green Phyllis Hersch In memory of her brother,
Sheldon Hersch
A Firm Pillow Jack Sobel
Rosalie Dana In memory of Millard Kay
When the Day is Lazy Rona Goodman
Paul Fruitt In memory of Millard Kay
Judy Rosenberg In memory of Ralph Gold-
man, Marie Clark,
CONTRIBUTIONS Mel Rosenkranz and Ernest
Greenberg
The Bridge is produced entirely with the
support of NewBridge residents, so it does Marilyn Stone In honor of Brenda Keegan
rely on your donations. Dorrit Senior
There are envelopes in the Library and at Jerry Wyner
the Concierge Desk if you would like to Joan Rome In honor of Prue Thorner
make a donation to a future issue. These can
be made in honor or in memory of Marlene Yesley In honor of Prue Thorner
someone. Your check should be made
Michael and Prue In memory of Jerry Klein
payable to Hebrew Senior Life, with a note Thorner
that it is for The Bridge.
Frances Budd In memory of Ezra Vogel
Submissions of written materials must be and Mel Rosenkranz
made via email, either using Microsoft Word
or Pages. Handwritten materials cannot
be accepted.
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The Miracle of Flowers
By Ed Goldstein
The famous Finnish architect, Eero Saarinen had to connect the pipes and wiring that controlled
designed Bell Labs’ latest facility at Holmdel, the humidity throughout the building. The
New Jersey. As you turned into its long driveway, theoretical solution was obvious: to increase the
the first thing that struck you was the futuristic humidity in my office. How to put it into practice?
water tower looking like a three-legged That evening, I went shopping at the local five
spaceship that had just landed. The building and dime store. Next morning I brought my
itself was an all-glass box. Walking to the purchase—a really cute red and yellow plastic
entrance from the front parking lot, with the watering can—to the office. I filled it with water
wind from just the right direction, you were and watered my rug from corner to corner. To
quite likely to receive an unwanted shower from test the result, I shuffled my feet on the rug,
the decorative fountains playing in the reflecting took a key out of my pocket and held it within a
pool. The inside was at the same time grandiose half inch of one of the walls. Nothing! Eureka!
and comfortable. My department, of which I was
From that day, my rug got a thorough watering
the newly-appointed head, was the first to move
every morning when I came to work and every
into this building.
lunch hour. The people in my department,
For the first time since I had joined Bell Labs especially the secretaries, would ask their friends
more than twenty years earlier, I now had an and any visitors to come watch Mr. Goldstein
office with a door that actually closed. In water his rug. Then, one morning when I arrived
addition to the usual steel desk and ergonomic at work, I noticed a bright yellow flower, maybe
office chair, there was a conference table around three inches tall, seemingly growing out of the
which four people could sit comfortably. The rug in one corner of my office. It was obviously
office had no windows, but its floor was covered artificial, but I thought it made a nice addition to
by industrial-gray wall-to-wall carpeting with a the otherwise rather drab décor. I watered it
soft underpadding. With special permission, it along with the rest of the rug.
was possible to hang a picture or two on the
By the next morning, the little flower had
three metal walls that were not taken up by the
miraculously grown to about six inches in
metal whiteboard. I loved the building and my
height. And the morning after, it was a full nine
new office at first sight.
inches tall. Then came the weekend. On Monday
There was just one problem: anyone who got morning, next to the nine-inch flower, there was
within a few inches of the walls or whiteboard also a three-inch one. And so it went. Eventually
got zapped by a powerful and rather painful my little garden contained four fully-grown
spark. Equally nasty sparks would greet any flowers.
attempt to shake another person’s hand. It took
At that point, the building engineers finally fixed
a few days for me to become sufficiently
the humidity control and I stopped watering my
annoyed at this to sit down and analyze the
rug. The next day, each of the four flowers,
situation. After all, I was an electrical engineer
instead of standing up straight, drooped sadly
employed by probably the most prestigious
toward the floor.
research organization in the world! It took only
a few minutes to figure out that the humidity Desperate, I gave them a thorough watering.
was too low. But it was apparently too late for that. By the
next morning, the flowers had disappeared. I
Further research disclosed that the air
never found out who was responsible for this
conditioning contractors had not yet been able
little miracle.
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Fast Forward
By Howard Cohen
Blue Jay
by Michael Ross
Shadows in the River
by Sam Lehrer
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Meet Estelle and Jacob Shammash
Estelle was born in Bangor, graduate. When he went to Medical
Maine. She attended college School in Buffalo, NY, he received
at the University of Maine. She his Middlebury bachelors’ degree
met Jacob in Boston in 1955 after completing his MD. He
and they married in 1956 and completed residencies in Buffalo
lived in Longmeadow, MA. She and a three-year surgical residency
had a busy life driving kids to at Beth Israel Hospital, Boston,
swimming and piano lessons, then spent two years in the U.S.
but as the children grew up, Navy as a surgeon at Portsmouth
she and a friend became Naval Hospital, New Hampshire. He
camp counselors. became a boarded Thoracic
Surgeon with privileges at Beth
Jacob was born in Baghdad,
Israel Hospital. Eventually the
Iraq. His parents sent him to
family moved to Springfield, MA.
Middlebury College in
The Shammashes have five
Vermont for two years plus a
children: four daughters and a son.
summer where he earned 95
Two of their children are MD’s, one is a cantor, one
credits out of the 120 credits he needed to
is an art historian, and one is a CPA.
River in Snow
Photo by Diana Bronner
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GABI
By Peter Halfon
In June, 2017 our son forwarded us an email residents was hung on the building wall. Gabi
from a professor, unknown to him. The read a description of the birth of the idea and
message read, in part: the correspondence between her and me. She
included some words which she had asked me
“I write today…in regard to a personal matter,
to send her of why and how my parents
that intersects with my research interests in the
managed to leave Vienna and what became of
history of the Habsburg Empire and the Shoah
us. Here’s what I wrote:
and its representation. Good friends of mine in
Vienna are working to create a memorial to the November 10, 2017
Jewish residents who once lived in their building Yesterday, 79 years ago was Kristallnacht in
at Untere Weissgerberstraße 49…. Records which 42 Austrian Synagogues and over 17,000
show that a Paul Halfon…. and his immediate Jewish shops and factories were ransacked, the
family were the only Jewish residents of the start of a period in which man’s inhumanity to
building who were able to escape, and that they man showed no limits.
made their way to the United States…. if you are My family and I are humbled and grateful that
indeed a descendent of Peter Halfon…. you can Gabi sought us out so that we could, even
contact them…” remotely, share with your community the
setting of this stone in recognition of those
I immediately responded and confirmed that my
Jewish families who in 1939 resided in 49
family had lived at Untere Weissgerberstrasse
Weissgerberstrasse and who either perished in
49 in Vienna. I have a vaccination record from
the Holocaust, or like me and my parents, were
October 1939 confirming that. Also, Carol and I
able to begin a new life in the United States or
had visited there. Several emails ensued, back
elsewhere. While I had known bits and pieces of
and forth. We learned that Gabi, her husband
my parents’ story, it wasn’t until my father was
Andreas and children Leo and Emilia, a non-
82 that he filled in the blanks and we learned
Jewish family, have lived at #49 since 2005. Their
more.
historical interest in who had lived there and
what became of them, especially those of the In mid-1939, a storm trooper came to my
Jewish faith, led them to the “District Museum” parent’s fourth floor apartment. He informed
and subsequently to the head of the “Society of my mother, home alone with me, that the Nazis
Memorial Stones”. In turn, they received many needed the apartment and that we had one
documents, including a list of the former week to vacate it. My mother was able to reach
residents of their building, which they shared my father who came home and showed the Nazi
with us. an old Turkish citizenship paper written in
Arabic, threatened to call the ambassador and
With urging from the Society, their friendship
bought more time. My father was born in
with a Syrian refugee family whose experiences
Vienna, his father in Turkey. My mother came
paralleled those of victims of the Shoah and the
from Berlin.
fact that Andreas, a historian, had Jewish family
history, led them to organize the placing of a My parents immediately decided to leave Vienna
memorial stone in the sidewalk in front of #49. and ultimately, made plans to go to America. It
The stone was placed in November 2017. was a difficult process to obtain the correct
Residents of the building and of the Society of documents and affidavits. However, in
Memorial Stones attended. A poster that December 1939 we arrived in New York with no
included a picture of me with my parents, the money, no silver, no jewelry but some clothing
wording on the stone and the names of former (Continued on page 7)
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and small household items. My grandparents, not mentions Adele Halfon, whom I have no
believing that things would get worse, stayed knowledge of. Under that it has the names and
behind only to eventually perish. Without skills birthdates of my father, mother and me followed
and not knowing English, my parents, with the by “saved by escaping”. It concludes, “Another 56
help of Jewish agencies, were offered some Jewish citizens lived in this house”.
menial employment and child care Their early
We all looked at the pictures, viewed the video,
years in the U.S. were difficult, but by late 1955
listened to Gabi’s talk and thanked her. The next
they were able to achieve the American dream
day I sat at my computer and found myself
and purchased a small house in Queens NY,
staring at the poster on the wall with the picture
where they lived the rest of their lives.
of my parents and me, a picture I had seen
My early childhood, without siblings or innumerable times before. That’s when the “what
grandparents, was not that much different than ifs” hit me. What if my parents had not left, would
many of my contemporaries. By necessity, I was I be writing this story or any story? If the situation
quite independent. Through adolescence I never in Europe would have miraculously changed, as
felt deprived or different. I was the first in my my grandparents and many others thought it
family to earn a college degree, served in the would, would I have had a relationship with them
Army as a reserve officer, had a meaningful or my other grandmother in Germany? Would I
career as an architect, and for 56 wonderful years have had siblings? What would my childhood in
have been married to Carol. Together, we raised Vienna (besides a lot of Sachertorte) have been
three amazing children, two girls and a boy, and like? Would I have become an architect? And most
we are blessed with four of the greatest importantly, would I have met Carol with whom
grandchildren, the oldest of whom will be married I’ve shared so many loving years with? What
next year. So, ultimately, the Nazis were not if……?? What if…….??
successful.
In April, 2018 our two daughters were able to
However, in a world witnessing ever increasing spend several delightful days in Vienna visiting
terrorism, authoritarian leadership and with Gabi, Andy and their children on the fourth
nationalistic fervor the stone you set today and floor of #49. My parents lived on that floor and
others set throughout Vienna, will hopefully serve Gabi insists, without proof, that was their
as a continuous reminder not only of what did apartment. In July, Gabi and family visited Boston.
occur here but that we must all stand together We spent two days with them including a
and fervently say: “Never again”. promised ‘lobstah’ dinner. With all the emails,
back and forth, the stories and pictures our
daughters shared with us after their visit, it felt as
if we had known each other for years. A few days
ago, realizing that the district where the recent
terror attacks in Vienna occurred was near their
apartment, I emailed to check if all was OK. They
responded they would have been dining there as
it was the last night before a curfew was to be
After the ceremony, Gabi sent us a video and imposed. However, they were home, in
many pictures of the event, two are above. The quarantine, having been exposed to COVID-19.
picture on the left is the memorial stone in place. Our friendship, concern for one another and
On the right is the previously mentioned poster frequent correspondence continue, as do the
hanging on the building wall. The translation of virtual hugs we started to exchange long before
the wording on the stone starts with “1938-1945 there was a pandemic.
as Jews, Robbed - Expelled - Murdered. It
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A Family Novella
By Ruth Ades
When one lives by the water’s edge, the backdrop destruction along the roads he took, but he got
of water scenes change daily. Storms come and through. As he drew closer, he saw our summer
storms go, but on August 30, 1954, Hurricane home appearing to be upright. The winds had
Carol decided to show her ugly face. She came, subsided, the waters had receded, as the storm
she attacked, and she destroyed! There was a had passed. However, as he got closer to our
questionable weather forecast that morning in beach home, he saw that the second floor had
South Dartmouth, MA, but Alan and his father tipped, and two adjacent sides of the house were
had gone to the factory very early, as usual. The gone. Alan realized that the waters that had
rest of the family remained at home, comfortable flooded the first floor and then receded, had
in our summer cottage. We kept track of the taken every bit of furniture and all our
forthcoming Hurricane Carol, and we kept Alan possessions. Our beautiful and comfortable
alert as to the height of the water. As the waters beach home was empty. Everything was gone.
became higher, quicker than expected, thrashing The house had been hit by the floating fence
fiercely against the oceanfront windows, our across the street, which gave a karate chop to the
concerns began to grow about evacuating. I corner of the house, knocking it off its
contacted Alan and requested he return home foundation. How devastating this was for him to
immediately, and he did. see. Alan returned home to report, and we were
all anxious to see for ourselves. We learned later
We and 12 of our neighbors evacuated with two
that Hurricane Carol had struck our beach home
dogs from our beach homes. As we left our
at noon, just minutes after we left. It looked like a
wonderful summer cottage, the water level in the
scene from a movie as everything had been
driveway was already ten inches high, we all
totally destroyed. What was once our wonderful
crawled into the car that Alan had placed there
inviting summer home, was no longer.
just in case it was needed. He could barely see
through the rain thrashing the windshield. The Alan and I had been married just the year before.
brakes were wet, and the water was halfway up We had many pictures taken, but more
the hub caps. Alan went very slowly as the car important, we had beautiful movies taken of our
chugged forward with difficulty to the flooded wedding. While we were being married, my
street. Could we make it up the hill through the brother received a phone call from our neighbor
very low-lying area? The rains were attacking telling him my parents’ home was burning due to
from above, and the wind whipped through the an electrical fire. My brother left the wedding, but
streets, against the trees and our car, while the I had no idea why. The next day, my parents went
floodwaters under us were churning away. We to see the damage, and my father had a
had to drive more than three miles to our winter debilitating stroke and died months later.
home which usually takes seven minutes, but this Whatever memories I had from my wedding were
day took us 20 minutes, as we drove through in pictures and movies once stored at the
blocked roads from fallen branches, trees, and summer beach home and were now gone, thanks
downed power lines, but we did make it safely, to Hurricane Carol.
thank God. Now, we all thought, what is
Mother Ades and I spent day after day at the
happening at our beach home?
beach house and woods next door trying to find
We were safely at home when Alan decided to anything that we had lost, especially photos, that
take the car and return to the beach carefully. We belonged to the family. Every now and then we
urged him not to go since it was still very stormy found a silver candlestick buried in the sand, or
outside, but he went. We were worried about him something worthwhile. The beach we now had
and what he would find. There was more (Continued on page 9)
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was full of newly acquired sand brought in from which was such a gift for us. Six weeks later, while
the floor of the ocean. Every day we searched in still searching on the beach, I found the second
the sand. One day after several weeks had passed, reel, buried in the sand, and again Kodak was able
I saw the very top of what looked like a movie reel to restore it. Slowly, Mother Ades and I found
box peeking through the sand, and lo and behold, several items that kept popping out from the sand
it was one of the reels from our wedding. I was so and in the woods. We loved finding whatever little
grateful and wondered if it could be saved from we could, but we were very grateful for our lives.
having been soaked in the water and the sand for After three years, in 1957, our summer home was
such a long time. Kodak in Rochester gave us rebuilt and then enjoyed by four generations for
hope, and after we unrolled the footage and hung 60 years. We sadly sold this family home and
it up to dry as they requested, it was sent to Kodak moved to NewBridge in 2016. We are very thankful
and refinished. Yes, it was the first reel of our and happy here with the majority of our family
wedding, and once again, we saw my father ‘living’ close by. We are indeed blessed.
Winter at Newbridge
Barred Owl
Photo by Michael Ross
Courtyard Sculpture
Photo by Diana Bronner
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Birthday Dinner
By Len Green
I grew up in Lynn, Massachusetts, which is a blue- duck as a special dinner for me on that day, and
collar city of 100,000 people. We were an she did so for several years. Then, years later, well
observant, kosher family all of my childhood, but after I was married with children of my own, we
we lived in an entirely non-Jewish neighborhood. had next door neighbors, Judy and Jordan, with
We lived next door to the tiny corner grocery whom we were very friendly. And Judy also had
store that my father owned which was known as her mother, Betty, living with her. As we were all
“Sammy’s” or “the Jew store”, depending on who sitting around one day telling stories, I related to
was talking. When I was a boy, I always loved them that my mother had adopted the idea many
sports and we played in the street every day that years earlier of cooking a duck for dinner every
it was possible. It was entirely common for a year to celebrate my birthday. On hearing that
mother to holler from her window and say: story, Betty said to all of us that next December
“Tommy, go up to the Jew store and get a bottle 25, she would follow suit and prepare a duck for
of milk”. It was just the vernacular of the street, dinner us to celebrate my birthday together.
and no offense was taken, until we got into an So the following December 25, we went next door
argument. Then, I was a “dirty Jew” and we to our neighbors and while our children and their
scuffled, until the next day and we were out children played downstairs, Judy and Jordan and
playing ball again. my wife Arlene and I were having before-dinner
drinks while Betty was in the kitchen basting the
Now, many of you here at NewBridge know from duck. Judy told us that her mother had gotten up
Birthday Night that my birthday is December 25. early that morning and she had been in the
And although my mother was an observant kitchen preparing dinner for us since then. While
Jewish woman, on Christmas Eve, she invited my we were enjoying our cocktails, Betty yelled out
two sisters and me to hang stockings in order to from the kitchen “Jordan, you had better come in
receive small gifts. As I grew older, I came to here” and when Jordan went in, we heard Betty
understand that my mother felt that although say “Jordan, something doesn’t smell good” and,
December 25 was my birthday, and although we sure enough, Jordan quickly determined that the
did not observe Christmas, if all the other children duck that Betty had been preparing all morning,
in our neighborhood were receiving gifts on that was spoiled, and had to be thrown out.
day, why shouldn’t her children also have some
fun? So my sisters and I would hang our So suddenly, there were two families consisting of
stockings the night before, and in the morning, nine of us, at 2 o’clock on a holiday afternoon
we each would find an orange, or an apple, or a without the dinner that had been planned. Jordan
couple of walnuts. We were quite poor and that’s and I got into a car and went out to buy dinner,
all she could afford, but at least we received and instead of the Chinese restaurant which we
something. knew would be open, we came upon a place that
sold barbecued ribs which was open on the
As we grew a little older, my mother decided that holiday, and we quickly brought dinner back for
we should have a special dinner to celebrate our families, and laughed good-naturedly about
my birthday. She decided that she would cook a Betty’s good intentions.
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by Jack Sobel
It was time to sell my jobbing company as I faced 4:45, the President called his treasurer to draw
an uncertain future. For the moment, it provided me a check. He never looked at my balance sheet
an excellent income, but now Barbara was or profit & loss statement. I had to get a salary
pregnant. I was frozen. What should I do with my plus commission from an insurance agency. All
BBA from Baruch College? Law was my first love five insurance agencies asked for a list of contacts
but so was finance and marketing. Accounting to establish credibility and the amount they would
and statistics were just tools for me, so I went to a offer but I had no list to give them. I found an
career counselor. He was an older executive, and agency manager who offered six months' salary
he told me that people coming from my class and half the regular commission against a draw.
would not make it because “you do not have the
My days were spent knocking on doors selling
confidence, sophistication, and contacts”. Perhaps
group life and health insurance—evenings were
he should have added: “And you’re Jewish”.
spent making cold calls from purchased lists, such
I could not budge from my jobbing company, so as new parents. Days and nights included courses
the next stop was to see an elderly psychiatrist with the American Society of Pension Actuaries
who advised me to go into the insurance business and seminars, including on Trusts, and Estates. I
as she had a very successful nephew in that would later add local and national study groups. I
field. After three sessions, I thought it was worth a was a lifetime student and loved it, and it
try. The jobbing company had funded my evening extended to other areas of business, investing,
college and conservative lifestyle with its 14 hour and even science. My first pension client was
workdays. Going into life Insurance and employee referred to me by an accountant. The plan design
benefits would also allow me the freedom to and actuarial assumptions went to this client's
continue my education in the field. I needed to attorney. He included it in his document
sell my company but to whom? The small and submitted it to the IRS, but they declined it.
manufacturers I approached said: “Go away and He was not a pension attorney and had used an
we will pick up your customers”. But they could old forms book, because he was not up-to-date
not duplicate my product diversity and on the code or regulations. I took his document
proprietary products. A new tack was necessary. back and changed a third of it by cutting, pasting
and photocopying after I had read the code,
I called the president of one of the industry's
regulations, and court cases. But now I
largest manufacturers and said I would either sell
understood the code better than ever before.
my company or go into manufacturing. "Let's
Negotiation with the IRS enhanced my
have lunch," he said. Careful to hide my 1950
knowledge. The IRS approved my plan, and now I
Nash in the corner of the rear parking lot, I didn’t
vowed that I would never have an attorney
want to outshine the Cadillacs, Mercedes, and
uneducated about pensions submit any
BMW’s! As I sat down with him, he just happened
documents to the IRS. Later I was assigned by the
to see his attorney in the restaurant, so he invited
American Society of Pension Actuaries to be part
him over. For the next two hours, I told the same
of various task forces to help in 1973 with the new
story: if I couldn’t sell, I would go into
pension laws.
manufacturing. The three of us then went to the
president's office. Finally, the attorney he had to The final legislation was called ERISA: the
leave as it was now about 3:30. I could see in his Employee Retirement Security Act of 1974. The
eyes that he wondered why his client was law included spousal rights, employee vesting,
pursuing this question with this stupid kid. At (Continued on page 12)
The Bridge 11 SPRING 2021pension guarantees, and more, but was so minutes. He said, “Go and bang your head against
convoluted and hard to understand. It was the wall”. The wall turned out to be a firm pillow,
followed by multiple amendments, temporary and because I had IRS approval for my plan
proposed regulations and so forth. Attorneys design. Most of my plan designs had substantial
were bailing out with their clients into the hands tax-deductible allocations to the owners. That tax
of pension consultants like my company. attorney gave me referrals, which propelled me to
Commissions were modest but were a relatively the high net worth clients, which became my
easy sale but, more importantly, a door opener to target market—a big jump from my former
wealthy clients. One such the firm, a fourth- modest clientele. One accountant said you have it
generation company with substantial prime NY all: legal knowledge, actuarial expertise, and the
real estate, responded to my question of why they ability to market.
didn’t have a pension plan. The clients told me
I used all that I had learned from Baruch College
that they had their top tax attorney who headed
in my pension operations. I was a lucky man
the accounting tax department, and their leading
because I was supported by a wife who ran the
law firm received an IRS rejection. I called the tax
household, raised our children, and let me knock
attorney with their permission, and he barked:
my head against a firm pillow.
“You have 15 minutes”, but it turned into 45
When the Day is Lazy
By Rona Goodman
When the day is lazy even in a time of social unrest
and heavy and thoughts even when so much seems dark
about our uncertain future and lost. The sweet air coming
crowd my mind, I try to through the open window
find the flow of breath on this sunny afternoon is
again, try to remember still cool as it touches my nostrils
that breath is still a rare still sweet and fresh. The Earth
miracle in this empty universe. is still offering us this gift of life
This may be the only place embedded in each breath. So,
In the whole cosmos finding the flow of breath again,
where breath exists is finding life again when so much
Thus, every moment spent pulls toward fear and death. For now,
breathing is still remarkable, I choose to breathe and remember.
even in a time of pandemic
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