The Retired Camper
The newly retired couple
came to Florida
escaping Canada’s winter.
Emerging from his camper
shortly before noon each day
he sat in a chair under an awning.
I never saw him reading
or going anywhere,
except short trips to the grocer.
His only interest seemed to be
cigarettes as he puffed
throughout the day.
I cringed each time I heard
him cough—a shallow and congested sound
from unhealthy lungs.
When I think of him
I feel a sadness.
Our camping neighbor last year
died before returning home in the Spring.
I wonder about this neighbor,
will his wife also call us with bad news?
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