I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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23 April 2012

Elderly Drivers


One and then another
white-haired driver dawdles
slowly down the empty street
I wait to drive across.

Inside my head, I think,
‘Put yourselves out to pasture!
Go and get off the roads!’

I’m glad I’m not like that.
My white coiffure conceals
a sharp and youthful brain.

And when I pause to assess
a traffic situation,
this is heightened consciousness!
(Why is that fool honking?)

April PAD Challenge #22: Judging

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