By the grinding and clacking I can tell
my equipment breaks down, planned
obsolescence at its most insidious
Like a Dahlia in full bloom, a vibrant
bunch of flowers asking me when I might
be available sometime tomorrow
and I remain tentative – a fan of
one day at a time way back when
most were busy forgetting it all
My elder and now dead mentors
would advise that in love
there are no fools – rush in! always
Soon I’ll be older than their living
by even more years…and next spring
and summer such beauties do reprise
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