No one
can go back and make a new beginning,
but any of
us can start now to make a new ending.
— Maria Robinson
Aging
Time
wanders the rooms
of man’s life
He
the title role in his plot
she
the film in his eyes
grow spare in shared history
harvested from
hell and paradise
In the half-light of dusk
man gathers himself
closes and locks
the door to an
emptying house
Surprises
which once held
the back straight
curl into themselves
Hands of the clock unwind
--Terri
Lynn Cummings
Poet’s
Notes: My life is stuck on fast forward. Childhood, youth,
adulthood, and middle age has soared past like a star. Now each sunrise lures
me to the past, and sunset reminds me of what remains undone or unspoken.
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