wearing these colors


people stopped calling you
young lady and you became
just ma'am or madam?
Around the same time it became
too much trouble to go out?

not to do things I'd begun doing
well before I was their age,
and yard work once a torture
is now a fine escape.

taking out old trees. Once
I would have tried to stop them,
now I enjoy the opened space.
John Enright
Labels: arthur wesley dow, detective, gustave baumann, hiroshi yoshida, John Enright, poetry
2 Comments:
What a beautiful blog.
thank you so much htgt--it's great when beauty communicates for itself
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hi, and thanks so much for stopping by. i spend all too much time thinking my own thoughts about this stuff, so please tell me yours. i thrive on the exchange!
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