Friday, November 30, 2018

Writing Poetry After 70

The first thing
Is to rediscover wonder.
Having spent so many years
Sliding moments into
Pigeonholes.
Went there, did that,
Felt, saw, heard, met.
This goes here.
That over there.
Good, better, best.
Giant rolltop desk.
All slots and crannies.
Secret compartments 
Long-forgotten.
Time to clear the decks.
Shove the whole thing 
Into the spare room.
No need to lock the door.
Experience is not an enemy.
But put it away for awhile.
Rediscover wonder. 

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