Approaching Seventyby A. D. WinansThe words come harder Set their own pace Sometimes the tortoise Sometimes the hare Always stripped bare Bukowski told me in a letter You seem like a man who knows Where it's at Didn't then Don't now. Just hanging around with words That dangle like an outlaw's neck Stretched at the end of a rope © 2008 by A. D. Winans. All rights reserved. |