for Sonia

Sky is gray like a curtain

around the hospital bed.

What goes on behind it

is always a mystery.

“A man’s life is but a shadow

from dry grass…”

At 47th Street

shop windows

are mostly empty.

Many jewelers are out,

I guess.

Was the word “jewelry” derived

from the word “Jew”?

Jews toiling

on making pretty Jew things

to adorn the ears, the neck,

the hands.

I often see the six-ended star

in old Scottish pieces,

alone or combined with the Maltese cross.

That was before the yellow star of the Holocaust.

My friend Sonia is at the end of her road/rope

after twenty years of living with cancer

and seven dying from it.