As if I weren’t
already
paying
enough
attention
Life
tapped me
once more
on the shoulder.
“Pay
attention,
dammit,
You’re dying
one day
at a time.”
And I paid
attention,
and more,
and the sun was shining,
and the air crisp
golden, fallen leaves
encircled
a barren tree
and it was
almost like
I wasn’t
dying
at all.
Is that yours? That’s really nice, Loren.
Really nice.
Yep, that’s mine,
Thanks.
Must be the Emily Dickinson, Robert Lax coming out.
You dirty dog. I’ve wondered how you could be so involved in it all and never proffer any of your own. I liked it. It’s probably my slap in the face for the week. I’m glad it didn’t stink so that I didn’t have to choke on it. Speaking lightly, of course.
One of the main reasons I don’t post them is that I’m seldom satisfied with them and want to revise them, Ron.
By the time I’ve revised them often enough to feel comfortable with them, they’re long since stored away.