This morning I learned that a dear friend passed away last night. It would be disrespectful of both my love for this unique man and his family and the depth of my own sadness for that to be the subject of a blog posting--I simply state that fact to put into context a poem for a day, an otherwise typical work day full of meetings and busy-ness, that was muted by supressed grief (and also many good memories).

We go on--osprey
cries, berries ripen, Red Sox
play another game.