a bowl, after Ovid

   for Sue

growing old together
Baucis & Philemon
share this humble home

raking ashes, lighting fires
with the little breath
their frail bodies have left

in the middle of the table
they set their only bounty
a bowl of clear white honey

Ovid, translated by Miller, Frank Justus, revised by Goold, G.P., Metamorphoses Books I–VIII