Nel mezzo de camin-
At forty, which is half
Eighty degrees and not May
Fifty foot faces found me
Titanic and romantic
pom-pom pear blossoms sunny Carolina jessamine,
a poetic play (on words), an artistic triptych (on walls),
library lingering and lofty expectations for the big reveal, an hour to heal-
books, books, books, books,
in the mail every day without fail
around
my birthday
a bright star dies this very day
right before my eyes and I could say
I see and count
all the numerous ways
life loves me back (mostly
only) on my birthdays.
Image by Witold Pruszkowski, 1884 Falling Star, [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
