Bruce Bond

Easy to see, when Robin Williams died, why we mourned on social pages the touched friend we did not know. Or knew the way one knows,by the hair on our necks, a storm will comeand make our sleep a little easier and deep.Surely the hole in us was evidence earth hadmoved, a share of us …

The voice on the radio says, I do not know music, but I know what I like. Or was it, I like what I know.Either way I understand. Though it seems that must be half a man talking, the other half the radio we talk over,and a friend drops by to say this morning he …