Two minds with one old plan

The poet said
"pale and wan,
here it is,
two thousand and seven."
The poet sits
at a baseball game
with no change of clothes.

Today, May 21, 2007,
one hundred years
he and I recline here.
One group after after another.
Please help me to understand this--
my relationship with this tree.
My plan is to write.

Which nineteenth century poet died
of cervical cancer?

'pale and wan':
Where is she now?
my hands ...
Where was I then?
We only glanced--
struck by beauty
not pulled by its
coursing desire.
How not in our time,,,
How a time is authored
in a moment
in a hug
in a wheelchair.

The times change little;
Medications change little;
Pain is the same.

written for
 her memory
Knowing she would
 need it now
Knowing and worried
 about them