The skin in the folds
Of your eyes
Droops down lower
Than then
But when
Your eyes lock mine
There’s a quick’ning
Butterfly wings
In my chest
My breath
Must stop a moment
I knew you then
But when your chest
Was bare
No hair
Adam’s apple
Not yet thrust out
Undaunted
You wanted
To shave soft skin
Touch my soft skin
Butterfly wings
There then
Here when
You touch my hand
Skin wrinkled now
Eyes locked again.

Mombo and I started the day together at Sacred Heart Church where Fr. Pat Dolan said one of his instructional Masses. Afterward James and Susan took Mombo home so that I could go to Danville and meet Jerry at the breakfast bar at Shoney’s. We caught up with conversation and then went to the Peddler’s […]

Today I said that I had started my 6th decade. My wonderful groupies quickly corrected me. How can I be starting my 7th decade?!? Oh, my. Now I really am a “senior citizen.” I remember when the word senior held so much anticipation and promise. I need to find another label for myself. “Senior” simply […]

The snow has moved in. It sends dust over everything.

Mombo and I got invited to Alyx’s 27th birthday at the Keep. Delicious food prepared by Jerusha and good family time.