Seventy Still a Kid
I never did like old people
Still don’t
Which is why I never plan to be one.
I stayed in my art studio, painting up a storm
Got nine canvases almost finished
Began working on six more.
My husband took naps.
He is a professional nap-taker.
The dogs were thrilled to have us both home.
We sneaked them chicken and steak.
No one bothered us.
No one wanted to be entertained or begged for food.
Best Christmas ever,
and I do not have to un-decorate anything
or fix food, which I do not like to do
Seventy, still a kid.
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