the good fortune of old age
note to self
now past three-quarters
of a century, you can
claim old—so many
reasons to grouse
stiff hands, thinning hair
name retrieval fades
common nouns wander off
we’re left with the grace
of verbs—their kindly
flow—they speak of
roaming or ambling or
coasting through air—
they mimic inevitable
change—how pupa
reforms into butterfly
we don’t know what’s
coming except that it is—
float on those verbs
allow them to ferry
you away, teach you
to let go—the good
fortune of old age
2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.
the heart of the matter 
I can really relate to this one, lovey.❤️
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Nice one! Resonates well for me and Jannat…
Love,
William
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Eugene, OR 97405
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That’s great! I hope your trip is unfolding just as you wish. Finally, the weather over 100 degrees has broken, and today we expect a lovely 74. It got to something like 113 in Sebastopol. Unheard of. Love to you both, Amrita
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