Poem, 2 Haiku, Poem

I.

A human being was lost and drifted off,

The artificial anchor fell away.

A woman has a husband and children

This creature has neither, by the way.

How many times can we start over fresh

When we’re limping, gray and plain out of breath?

Volunteer, join a gym and take a class.

Pretend that you don’t see the face of Death.

II – 2 Haiku

Nothing is sweeter
Than falling in love
In New York City
New York

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Stops me in my tracks

III

How do I give up the concept of self,

After decades of fighting for notice?

Turn off the lights. Sit alone in the dark

And try to breathe yourself into the air.

No demands or expectations is so

Much easier when nothing is offered.