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Widow’s walk
who is fit to go to sea
in the heart
some other weather
I ache so much to sense
but I am old
the pretty girl that sang
and danced is dead
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Hands on
hands having to lie
to be old and content
having all the marks of honest
lived-in desire
having to keep
Birthday boy
infirm as a child born yesterday
I am vexed to see myself
in my glass of wine
red and old
Fashion-forward
a head to alter for the king
and a hand to set between us
like a used tool
we invent a new fashion
good for nothing but
to silver over age
Bellwether
I could expect to age
or boil over
a compass busy with the north
napping in a riot
having been rescued from the dead
I know no certainty
Old hat
I am old hat
the lines meet
in my quaint nest
look at me go to sandwich
this ear with that
Little death song
at the undertaker’s I
shall lie in the light
I shall have no body
to give to age to tend
Time to retire
a sudden moth
on my hand
who works so gray
so late
Aging masochist
night rose let me go
to bed and tie
my hands
I might be old
but I could endure
Reality show
entertaining to see how age
and ruin change us
a hard rain
meeting with our selves
a sort of tar
Golden years
the first cherries off the tree
gather in the green water
I am resolved to understand
my old body
the eyes that corrupt me yet
and the way I serve my stomach
eating a dinner of wind
for an empty urn
Senescence
the deep age of this day
ending with a company of ills
no satisfied walking in the garden
no talking god
no age could make
better evening at night