Activity

[This is a different version of the previously posted poem "Activity Time", simply titled "Activity".]

Returning from the travelogue,
Weekly escape when Death is slow,
Does the professor's wife remember
Florence where she was a bride
And raw with love and love of art
Or is it all fresh to her and the
Professor she can no longer recall?

At music hour three times a week
Does the old pianist playing by rote
Hear Mozart plain or does he prefer
Muzak so low he hardly hears a note.

Your fight against this strange place
Where February feels like spring
Is almost over now.

[Undated poem by Virginia McKinnon Mann.]