Monday, April 4, 2011

April Fool - winter's gone

(Late, yes - and old.)

Like an old man
He frets and prowls,
Hiding a heart
that gathers grace
 with age -
The cider-stock appearance
Confuses no one - after all
Should a man be worn
When body softens
Bite becomes a growl?

April 1, 1981

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