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Arlene Weiner: November

Not because I’m beautiful, but because 

I was the only one out this morning, 

rooting out standing weeds,

raking red and yellow leaves, 

“putting the garden to bed,”

the old man rubbed his raspy cheek 

against mine, kissed my fingertips. 

.

He is no curly-haired boy

who drops to one knee to ask me to dance.

He tears off summer’s dress,

exposes trunk and limb, threatens

worse coming. Yet he brings gifts: 

red birds among the berries, clear nights,

Orion’s diamond stars, ermine streets.


Copyright 2019 Arlene Weiner

One comment on “Arlene Weiner: November

  1. Rosaly
    November 7, 2019

    But you are beautiful–re line 1. Saw you and Bob walking, I in my car. Thank goodness you found words for wordless.

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