Here are four of Dorothy’s verses written for Marvin that were part of the opening and the closing of their life together.
White tipped birds light roads south
ward on the darkening skies; at all
the earthen corners, ripe
leaves flicker
by. Forests stand in
etching, every twig and
bough in naked gesture, no
inessential
now. This is the season, love,
when those who let fall their
youth
find
promising beyond it strong
root and stem of truth.