Sometimes the best gifts are one's own.Around the corner is an old man wearingShirt-front slobber, incontinence painted on the trousers.I know wiring gets hinky when brain matter mushes.Standing on my head to avoid the swelling -- inevitablewith enlarging numbers -- I come up with a 99 butDon’t expect much of it.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Gifts
My good friend Tom celebrates his upcoming 67th with a hike up a mountain, during which he wrote a new poem. It concludes:
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