Oct 27 2008
The darkness gives way for light, joins
Up quickly behind me, I drive home,
When morning breaks I’ll be seventy.
I think of a black, shiny coffin; silver
Handles and flowers too, my grief is
Immense nothing much to celebrate
I sail close to shore carful now under-
Water reefs, seek shelter from old age
While contemplating my sunset.
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