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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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