Poem 6326

living elderly–

a rocker creaking

the bones in it

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Poem 6325

living elderly–

with winter thawing

down the streams to the sea

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Poem 6324

living elderly–

winter blowing

all the light ‘til evening

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Poem 6323

living elderly–

the honey jar spreading

sunlight on toast

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Poem 6322

living elderly–

the garden tool rust

invisible

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Poem 6321

living elderly–

snow clouds

my eyes losing their faces there

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Poem 6320

living elderly–

autumn leaves ―‘_‘-‗

alone again

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Poem 6319

living elderly–

the son‘s last call

all about the divorce

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Poem 6318

living elderly–

the pen-pal letter again

in calligraphy

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Poem 6317

living elderly–

returning starlight

the mirror on the pond

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