(Published Yellow Moon Literary Magazine)


a moment of truth

in an hazy atmosphere

covering the sun

this indian summer

is perchance my final trek


uphill the weight

of many albatrosses

has thinned my hair

yet confetti ­colored leaves

cascade down the mountainside


along this charade

a splay of spruce needles

in the autumn wind

their range more flexible

than my rheumatic knees


now mockingly

an amber dragonfly taunts

my aging eyes

no longer twenty­/twenty

I opt for binoculars


back home at last

it's another sleepless night

but a bit more time

to revise the death poem

saved in my drafts folder