And now you’re even older
i.
My birthday looms, as does my right eyebrow
in its attempts to mimic Einstein’s ‘do.
It casts more shade than whole groves of bamboo.
ii.
The pollen loves me. Such cannot be said
of sinus medication or my head.
iii.
Old. I’m old. I’m getting older yet
so quickly I’m forgetting to forget.
iv.
Paul Simon said that April come she will
and he was right, but then willy or nilly,
she goes so May may be maybe. Really.
v.
I used to do my taxes with a pen,
now I just sign my name where I am told.
An alchemy–1040s into gold.
vi.
I’m older than I ever was. Tonight
I’ll sleep sleep of the just, as if I were.
All my injustices are just a blur.