Summer, fleeting, flashing
The fireflies soaring through
the summer pines
in my mere back yard
seem almost as high
as the tops of those pines,
and on their way to the stars,
and given their brief fiery
mating existence, who knows,
maybe they are, and maybe
I am too.
_________________________
Running from my dog
She quotes me statistics on exercise
and calories burned. She, ten years my junior,
sometimes runs with our black Lab.
When we walk together I sometimes struggle
to keep up, broken down with the inevitable
injuries over the years. Today the dog
runs ahead, pulling me, young and strong.
And I correct him, gently, and under my breath
I say, “Slow down, boy, someday
It will be your turn.”
And sadly, it will.
Read Full Post »