Note — think this will be the last public post on this forum. Not getting a lot of feedback from regular readers here, and I do think that’s critical. So I’ll be limiting who sees the posts.
I’ve also decided to release yet another chapbook of just poems written since my strokes in March of 2024. (I know, I know…said I was done. Call me a liar, a dreamer, a fool…you get to read the poems, right?)
Last, my poem ” Winter And Spring” made it to the Worcester Magazine spring issue…many thanks to Victor Infante for inviting me to contribute.
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Listening to the Beatles,
knowing there are two left
and they’ll die sooner or later,
likely sooner, most likely
in my lifetime.
Thinking of Jill Sobule
dying in a house fire, and she
was a year older than I am,
just a year…
and all the others
who died before me, older
and younger…and I’m still here
for the most part,
part of me
went with each of them,
part of me
lingers a while
with a shrug and a smile
and says it won’t be long now
before I go too, thank
perspicacity, thank indifference
to consequences, gratitude
to the powers above and below
for letting me go.
Singing tunelessly to myself:
It’s been
a good life and in the end
the love you take is equal to
the love you make...
as the hibiscus leaves are just
starting out, as the blooms
are yet to come.
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onward,
T
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