So Now?

 the words have come and gone,
I sit ill.

the phone rings, the cats sleep.

Linda vacuums.

I am waiting to live,
waiting to die.
 
I wish I could ring in some bravery.

it's a lousy fix
but the tree outside doesn't know:
I watch it moving with the wind
in the late afternoon sun.
 
there's nothing to declare here,
just a waiting.

each faces it alone.
 
Oh, I was once young,
Oh, I was once unbelievably
young! 
from Transit magazine, 1994

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