Old Folk’s Home
I’m old and I’m home alone
hiding out
hanging on
and reading a letter
from dear Penelope
who left with her deported husband
and arrived in India
just in time to have a March baby
My Asian flu
creates dreams
of deer:
five of them standing
by Alligator Lake
watching the water
until a great snapping motion
causes them to startle and leap
the lake like flying reindeer
But in my real life, here
in Temple Terrace,
it’s dogs on leashes,
straining to tear each other apart,
that wake me to see
the orange glow of the blue moon
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ZZ, thank you for your words of wisdom this month