View full text

Almost Sixty

Jim Moore

2011

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.

Return to Poem Flow

Try Poemflow free at the iPhone App store.