April 5, 2014
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1962 High School Graduation photo…my mental mirror image
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mirror oh mirror
who’s that old lady
in the glass ?
She seems at home
… friendly too.
Cat with a
white Chaplin ‘stache
by her side…
she who said
“never will I be
an old lady
surrounded
by cats”.
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A strange person
is looking out at me.
Short gray hair,
no auburn curls in sight
Round and fluffy
not the younger slimmer
woman that used
to live here
back in the day
she left one day
and never
returned.
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Cataracts now gone,
what a vision
of a stranger then,
a clearer vision
seen in the glass,
mirror oh mirror…
of the stranger come
to roost.
Can’t be ~ is be
a stranger in the house.
The eyes look the same
now…
the stranger is missing
her fashion rims
of blue or purple
how can that be.
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Sigh
mirror oh mirror,
the stranger in the glass
seems here to stay.
Don’t know when she
arrived,
just all of a sudden
an old lady …
she tells me that middle
age is when you can
multiply your age by two
and think you’ll still
survive.
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The old lady in the glass
mirror oh mirror,
says for me to forget
middle age…
it whizzed by unseen
in the mirror.
One hundred forty
seems to be a bit
extreme
for a middle age
to dream of.
Sigh
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Big Sigh.
Old lady in the glass,
mirror oh mirror,
speaks with
wisdom
beyond
her
thinking
of being
thirty five
in her
heart of hearts
and
soul of souls.
BIG SIGH
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September 22, 2012 at the Common Ground Fair
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YOU ARE AMONG TOADS
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