47 Poem by guillermo veloso

47



12: 01
It's my birthday now
No one sings to me but
Crickets, frogs and night birds
My prodigal cat does not return
My prodigal wife in bed has turned
Yet I am at peace
The peace of night
It's "benign indifference"
47
An ignoble number? ?
What does it portend?
Half of what?
I am now half a marriage
I am now half a love
I am now half a life
47
Alone and engulfed in night
Moon and street light now shine
Through a carefully spun web
The architect sits silently in the mandala
Snug in her deceit
I trace the lines and see mine
The nearby highway hums along
47
The world cares not
Nor do I
But…..48…. Maybe!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Lacovara 25 March 2014

To grow older, no regret....too many of those we loved and lost were denied the privilege. I have come to respect the graying of time...but nit too much that of my own hair! ! Still looking forward to the promises of next my year to come. I wish you well aging...PEACE

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