Notebook, One Day Before My Birthday

Cover of Planet of the and dog....

I write poetry each morning,
Check off another step toward death
Just the way Shakespeare said


Fall down in the leaves
When there are leaves
Fall in snow
When there’s snow


C’mon boyo
Stop playing
Throw your whole body
Onto the page


Pretend you’re Anaximander
Nothing holds up the earth


Picking up fallen apples for the horses.
My nation is dying. Ice comes to the pond.

Neruda: and I went my own way, deciphering….

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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