Parading

i want back my rocking chairs,

Soon, my eyes, and I, will adjust.

Can you hear me, should I trace from X to Y

getting lost among wraiths means

For years I thought of the buttered bread

Things that are brave are often painful and

i must be very old, like seventy

imagine it: to keep going.

i am running into a new year

an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.