It was all yesterday.
The strength of bearing,
kindness of touch, and
shoulders that kept
my life upright and moving
are too frail for even
a last embrace.
-for my cousin
old age
Buttercups
Buttercups
Who is the bald
old geezer
in this photograph?
Not my erstwhile lover,
surely not
the longhaired,
clear eyed
youth who offered
perfect
yellow blossoms to me
in the palm of his hand.
brief salvage 