In every nook and cranny

[Sometimes]

April 5. Poem 5.
April 5—something unfinished

[Sometimes]

Sometimes
I act
as if
my life is over.

For example:
I only see old people
in the streets these days.

The younger ones
(they’re outnumbered)
I examine carefully
with a smile on my face
and an instant memory
of me being that age.

I am invisible,
of a certain era.
No longer a looker
with a swift walk.

I study faces, people
to remind me
of times gone bye
and
on top of that

I watch daytime television!

URGH

— the news,
but still:
that’s something
really, really old people do
with lots of time
on their hands
and numbered
days

—or poets
looking for clues.

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