Living elderly
the Universe has written
my poems before I start. Sarah Kay
living elderly–
close to the fish pond
the loudly croaking frogs
living elderly–
the grey day falls on
solar lights around the garden
living elderly–
dripping spears of icicles
such little sun
living elderly–
the hado~ cherry blossoms
windless and floating
living elderly–
drenching rain
a child stares from the car port
living elderly–
overnight snow
bringing the birds in with my seeds
living elderly–
listening in the silence
no one talks to
living elderly–
strolling more in the street
when red leaves gather
living elderly–
the sundial and I
in a flash of lightning
