Green Bananas

  

She was ninety-seven

and still living independently. 

She always wore a cane and 

a smile. 

When asked how she was doing,

she said, jauntily,

“Well, I don’t buy green bananas. ”

At the time, I thought it simply a 

clever quip. 

But now, as I accompany one

who is apparently living his 

final days with advanced cancer

I catch myself thing about 

green bananas 

and seasons

and how to measure each 

precious day 

in which we do the normal things

knowing it could be

the last. 

Just how long does he have?

How long for us?

Months weeks or 

days

And in the meantime

we experience lifetimes 

of love. 

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