Poems and Thoughts    by Frank Maurer

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Foiled. The unopened roll of aluminum foil lies on the floor-- Was a reminder to have festively wrapped the frozen blocks of meat-- Butchered from a favorite, but old, Swiss Highland steer-- The packages--freezer preserved--in cold stillness in the barn. Unopened foil, because, out of sadness, I could not muster the fortitude to rouse myself And travel to the San Francisco Christmas get-together. Too many memories. Too many disappointments. Too much pain. The noise of the revelry would have devastated me. Frank Maurer 25 December 2022 1345 Hours.