11/04/2009

At Fifty-Three

Here I live at fifty three,
Already five years older than she
When life abandoned her,
And she abandoned me.

How odd: she seemed to me so old,
So sure, so strong, so smart, so bold.
Yet here I wait at fifty-three
For the she in me to unfold.

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