Well put, that brittle sprightliness, Max. Bill > On 16 Jul 2015, at 1:02 am, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > > Touched > > Through the spacious waiting areas > of the Cancer Institute, First Hill, > > came dancing a sprightly lady > in bright cloak tunic and tights - > > seventy, if she was a day. > Behind her decorously came > > her daughter, one guessed, > and two granddaughters smiling > > back at me when I smiled. > Grandmother was today some > > superwoman returned, giving > thanks to all at the Institute. > > As she turned she saw my smile > with gracious acknowledgment, > > made her exit with her train, > reprieved, restored, rejuvenated? > > So it seemed, but her ravaged face > stayed in my mind long after, > > and her strong young womenfolk. > Touched? ’She seemed a bit…touched?’ > > That’s what we used to say after > some fey old thing danced by. > > Seattle July 2015 >