James Moore Poet Narrative

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Late Bloomer

(“Tapestry”, 2025, original encaustic)

Late Bloomer

It wasn’t until I was half my age
That I came into my own
And finally felt whole.

Now at sixty six
I’m not sure what you’d call
The way I feel.

Over the hill
Ripe in a hard cider way
Nobody going nowhere.

But there is peace 
In having been there, done that
And gotten over the need for more.

Knowing in my bones
What a long strange trip 
It has always been.

(4/6/25)

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