Saturday, May 8, 2010

April Selection #1

Young, nose in a book,
I tuned out the raucous cicadas,
Turned my back on the moon
And the fragrant, night-blossoming jasmine.

Old, eyes and ears failing,
I discover, surprised,
Regret stands in for memory,
While memory long looks in vain
For a warm peach, picked ripe from the tree.

--Patrick Mizelle

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