Good Old Howard
A book 
My father and I read together

"Only Connect"

I said it from a pulpit
And with farewells
I said it while perching from a graded gate at the zoo 
I said it when I came to the table 
In Bonn and Düsseldorf.

Later at home I flipped
The page to find Ruth had died

My father felt the surprise as well

And stopped down the road
"Just beyond the chestnut tree
In the paddock
Where the pony used to be"

Waiting

My favorite of the trio
And in my town
I wait still

Between This and That

What
Only Connect
Means
Has cleared some

Which is another surprise