Jim Trainer

MAY

In getting old, mid life, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized on May 28, 2016 at 9:08 pm

with midlife comes a stasis
what’s been pulling is now wrought
what was feared came and past

find you’re standing in gloaming longer
said she’d call when she got there
but you’re never one for long goodbyes

summer storms as they gather now
magical in this late way
clouds crowd the coast
like dark colts thundering

can there still be wonder
even though you know the end?
Can you let go a little more
even though it’s already gone?

 

 

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