Miss Eloise’s signature was scrawled upon the check beneath Her dead husband’s printed name: Seventy-five dollars, given For someone to run the microphones For the eulogy.
The writing was blue and spidery, Scriven by a tremored hand. There is no known cause of shaking in the elderly, Say the experts. It may start At any age.
But I wonder if it’s not The cosmic motion of those passing Closest to the nameless veil Like the quiver of a star Sidling near the dark edge Of known things.