After Thirty-Five Years Poem by Kathleen Carlton Johnson

After Thirty-Five Years

All retired, they stand in a string
Facing the camera, attached to each other.
The Seven Sacraments
They chum around, quilt together
Go camping, collect rescue dogs as a
Manifestations of goodness.
Husbands dead or divorced.
For show they own their own camper
And can control the green awning electrically
On the side that says " Hawk Flight".
They are not sad, just busy,
Trying to barricade friendship in,
And make disease and death,
bearable.