There never was a first. The one and only
heart attack made her a widow at fifty.

Men his generation died young. Smoking
didn’t help. Exercise was telling dirty jokes;

shooting crap, bellies on the floor;
shifting gears in their Chevies.

Unlike the Red Admiral Butterfly that defends
his turf, these men would dive bomb in and out,

pollinate and split. Like Mayflies,
they lived one day and died.

– Connie Beresin

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