Yes, I’d declare to the expressionless family:
“In June, I’ll be gone!”
And I’d often step down the steep hill,
Backpack snug, and barely wave to the family at the door –
Or, were they there?
And, yes, the me, ordering, imperious, judging, proclaiming of decades.
Now, with a dose of dawn, the cock’s cut, the cat’s step, the night bird’s flap,
The arrogance slips and is known.
A muddle to the end,
Wins and losses frivolous ….
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, early February 2015