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A Series of Nows

12Jun2019
POEM
4

That sweet old man
my mother-in-law
said about her
grandfather 

to her, he was always old
as she is to me and 
I will be to my 
grandchildren 

and yet somewhere
Oscar Chestnut’s skin 
is smooth, Alice’s legs
are lean, my smile 
uncreased, and 
my grandchildren use 
canes to creep around

in a single straw of
time, every 
moment exists
both bloom and fire
both bud and trash 

the sap bubbles
the vein is dry 
a flick
of the second hand

I am eager 
for a slim miracle
to see all things
that ever were
at once


4 responses to “A Series of Nows”

  1. Douglas E. says:

    “the sap bubbles
    the vein is dry
    a flick
    of the second hand”

    Love it! Fantastic poem.

  2. I love how you say all this on such a fresh, vivid way. A “straw of time” is my favorite.

  3. I love how you say all this in such a fresh, vivid way. A “straw of time” is my favorite.

  4. Pat Owen says:

    love single straw of time and slim miracle

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