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Connections: January 8

SANYO DIGITAL CAMERAHooray for today!

Anniversary of me!

A wrinkly newborn

in 1943.

I came into a world

of war and ration

and still it seems

war is the fashion.

A birthday in January

makes perfect sense

it’s a two-headed time,

looking back and hence.

So I visit familiar faces

on my family wall

my genes, my leans, my rootings

perennial mysteries all.

I’d like to engage each one

in serious tete-a-tete

and ask my birthday question:

am I a grown-up yet?

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Winter garden

Ring-a-ding-ding, little bells!
What accusing stasimon
your silent chiming tells.

Listen to the scolding of the bells!

Woeful, scrawny, rickety,
impecunious of bloom,
flaccid, fainting, sickly,
you mortified the room.

December’s brassy knell
graveyard cold
sounded for the year
and for you
graveyard old
spindly weary.

In memoriam
I intoned
preparing to bury
your quaggy bones
but —
gardener’s scruples —
turned westward
instead.

January window —
portal, shaman —
tickled your wilt
quickened your silt
and
cell
by
cell
you
rose
up
up
and crowded yourself
with new life.

Listen to the chiding of the bells!

Pearly bells!
What a din of foliage
its pluck and purple tells.

Humbled water-fetcher,
sack-cloth’d,
bowing to graceful
bobbing
fortitude,
I nod
the error of my ways.
I have learned,
oh, teacher-in-a-pot!
Life is more
than what I see.

Ring away!

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(with apologies to Poe)