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  • Lines Written After My 69th Birthday

    Lines Written After My 69th Birthday

    I don’t get the feminine luxury of being twenty-five again every birthday past fifty.For a year I must live with the snide joke that my actual age is a congress of crows position illustrated in the karma sutra (page 69).Biologically I feel ten years older. Facially I look fifteen years younger. Every year there will…

  • Another Day

    Another Day

    I am at that age where I am relieved that it’s day again every time I awake. Instead of crushing time between my hands, I am content to let it  take shape, watch the day’s soft eyes  blink the hours away, help take it by the hand when the night says it’s time to go.  

  • Heavier than Age

    Heavier than Age

    Morning heavier than ageleaves the birds weighted to the limbs, unable to break out in riotous morning song.In the distance— a church bell,people in black creeping around-“Heaven. Heaven,” in their earsfor the poor soul laying beneath.They wish to hear only the sea.The old sea. The new sea. Any sea— to catch their tears, drown their…

  • Playing the Piano on Her Last Day

    Playing the Piano on Her Last Day

    The fingers can’t strike the black and white keyswith the precision and grace of her youth,but today this last song, would be sweeter.“If this be all that is left of what I wasI will rejoice in all the good breezes I blew across these strings and keys.”