Saturday, August 27, 2016

amen








Almost Sixty                                         


1

   
    No, I don’t know

    the way to get there.
       Two empty suitcases sit in the corner,
     if that’s any kind of clue.


2
    This spring night,

    everyone at the party
       younger than me
     except for one man.
        We give each other the secret password.




3

    
  Tears? Of course, but also the marsh grass


           near the Mississippi:
            your whispers and mine,
     and the dog’s long contented sighs.







                                 Jim Moore










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