I like all of this, Sharon, esp. the last few lines.
I'd also like an expansion of
'stars of my generation...'
Max
Quoting sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]>:
> I wake to a bright night, moon resting
> on the swell of the mountain.
>
> Geese pass noisily overhead, barking
> like a herd of schnauzers.
>
> A storm spins past Galveston
> another spins out of Washington
>
> and yet another from Wall Street,
> each leaving loss and debris
>
> in its wake. I listen to love songs
> on the radio and try to remember how
>
> that felt. It's time for the long nightgown,
> the flannel sheets. Time to close
>
> the windows against autumn. The stars
> of my generation are dying off.
>
> Somewhere, someone is bringing in
> the crops. Long ago, I helped with that,
>
> prepared meals for the field hands,
> bacon sizzling, the women talking,
>
> shelling peas, canning peaches. Now,
> I lift my food from the shelves. It has
>
> nothing to do with me.
>
>
> ~ sb
> http://www.sbpoet.com
>
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