Green Peas at Stake

Years

Everything grows on me, growing up.
To begin with, those story ideas--
shedding their chrysalis,
thoughts that sigh--finding no solution.
Then, the little boy next door
who is a man now, the population
of this town bringing poetry
and repulsion, and the tyranny
of shadows from each day
of so many years. My reflection
in the glass…so funny!
Who bent that many lines
on my face
like buried tributaries and
made moments flee
like obscene gestures?
Hard to believe…
Today, even Google turned ten.