The pretty good books of Susan Larson

A Poem, written on a napkin on my 67th birthday in Matlacha, Florida

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Once I vamped for Julius Caesar

Now I’m just a wizened geezer


sitting out on the lanai

watching pelicans fly by


drinking stale Long Island wine

which like me is past its prime


listening to my hoary friends

contemplate impendent ends


cancer, dementia, ALS,

bodies failing, minds a mess,


though our span of days be few

we’re going out for barbecue.



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