She slips
off
her rocker
and giggles:
can it be
can it be
that all I
can see
is
reality?
She says, “Last night I thought
I heard God, but it mighta been
the Supremes.”
Wanna die, wanna die
from flying so high
today I am ten
and tomorrow
I’m 60.
More quiet,
more quiet,
more crazy
&
quiet.
(c) 2015-2019 Rob Goldstein
