Bright line of old people poetry
I was going to tell you about the 17 or so poems I wrote in response to an event to figure out what happened, to ask myself what I could have done differently, to ask myself why this was so disturbing to me, to ask myself why this event had me over so many weeks so engaged. But I won’t do that. The end of it was that I discovered something I could have done.
But that’s the point: reflection is the province of age, and the bright light of old people poetry. It is hard work, and a most rewarding thing to do, now.
:- Doug.
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