Wednesday, February 5, 2014

5026. FIFTY WINTERS AGO

FIFTY WINTERS AGO
Now I am a shaker without moxie, a charge
without a slip. Count me among no men you know.
It's been too long in the making and too much to
discard. Seal my envelope with a kiss and then
be on your way  -  my doorway is empty now
and even the hinges are broken.

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