i watch you from across the room
busy with your knitting
and i see long ago
birkenstocks and rag socks
a cloud of salt and pepper curls
your eyes that caught me
the same now
though the curls are gone
and the gray remains
memories come forth
walking along the beach
talking quietly
dreaming perhaps
ships, tiny specks on the horizon
bound across the sea
as gulls glide overhead
and the gray clouds close in
waking at sunrise
on the cañyon rim
the little creek that once watered
ancient plots of corn and squash
still flowing far below
we walked among obsidian chips and broken pottery
wondering about the ancient ones who had gone before
sitting together on school folding chairs
we watched our children perform
the same holiday dances, songs, recitals
as we had done many years before
leaving our old life
for our new old house
where fall comes early
deer bed down in the yard
and the children still dress up
for polite trick-or-treat
i look at you
and i see all this and more
two lives
lived full
together
The Ace Hotel Notebook 
Too long, didn’t read. Nah just kidding, but really if it’s poetry, it’s too long. You should try writing Haiku, the exact opposite?
Reading this by chance, greetings from Finland
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How long is too long? Haiku is cool but too restrictive for me.
Greetings from Colorado
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