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| (Marzia Bertelli photo) |
The older poets
move me the most
nearing the end of their days
in a different kind of weather
closer to the basics of living
the flight of the crow
the warmth of the sun
the touch of the beloved
accepting long silences
the errors and estrangements
each to each to each
accepting the losses
at peace with regret
they have much to teach.
