i noticed the skin
on the side of my left hand
below the smallest finger
at the joint of the wrist
and thought
what old man is that
attached to
as it typed
at my keyboard
veins like a relief map
made of flour, salt, and water
Tag: aging
pity’s full face (20170107)
how easily
the fire spreads
just under the skin
along a tangle of nerves
so like a branch
so like a river
and her tributaries
so like the forking fingers
of summer lightning
how easily
the flesh is brought
up to speed on the
laws of entropy
of centers not holding
of missing a
final opportunity
to go to innisfree
Poem 20150224
it was easy being twenty-five
when twenty-five was the age to be
and everything could be met
with vigor and interest
and a girl turning with
her hair floating as she spun around
was as much a cause for celebration
as a birthday
or a new car
or a job offer
or the changing of the season
