I never knew I was a poet. That’s my sister’s domain
From book cover to back story
A very big birthday
On death and dying, and good-to-be-alive days
A fall, lost property, and a gratitude jar
Struggling in a fog, but somehow getting somewhere (I think)
Don’t look back. Alright, then, a wee peep. But after that, eyes forward!
Revisiting humanity
Dancing towards seventy
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