Her listening
to the same set
of four Dylan songs
each night falling asleep
becomes
to my sense-traversing mind
an embellishment
of our relationship;
a treasured gem,
so worthy this pain-braving
Braveess of Anna,
who makes each day an example
of what Man can be
and become
in face of life;
contentment
dressed in afflictions

That while has, itself,
become an object,
floating, quite palpable
before my eyes,
incorporated with my general sense
of living,
tilting it towards the sensation
that ”something is going to happen;
something wonderful”

and apricots in a story
by Rebecca Solnit