54
such an in-between age nothing really
to say about it except there it is for 365 days
I can though profess I feel differently
I reach up and grasp the years break off
from my psyche the calcified waste of things I can not change
and turn to the mirror giving a small bow with
the creak of that left knee telling me otherwise I
am none the wiser and so much the brighter
for day 1 toward 55