How old are you



How old are you


The day – I left my house

With a gray sky

Over my head

No smile – on bare trees

No names – on streets

My diary was lost.


A lady with

Last night make up on her face

Asked me

“How old are you?”

I was thinking of my shoes

To tight to go



I saw a woman

With a question

In her blue eyes

Not seeing me

Swept away

By the waves –


To my memories – blank.

She asked me,

“How old are you?”

I wondered, “How old I was?”

With wrinkles of pain

On my bones – unseen.

Nov. 1994


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