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                crossing the difficult boundaries
                between male & female
                boy & girl                                                      OCTOGENARIANANTICS
                husband & wife.                                                   JACK FOLEY ,CALIFORNIA
                I had a great wish                                             SEPTEMBER, 2021: MUTTERINGS...
                to see Tom again
                to see if that boyishness                     on even the coldest

                and the marvelous smile                       of those New York

                I remembered so well                          days.
                in the young man                              dear Tom, dear Kati,

                remained in the old.                          that flame remains

                not to see if––                               in my aging, burning heart.
                to affirm

                against the flow                              *

                of years.

                I close my eyes                               And finally:
                and it is there.

                but death came                                trapped bird

                & there is nothing we can do                  mistaking the window

                but hurl words                                for the sky
                into its void.                                in terror

                I loved him                                   winging

                loved them both                               trapped bird / trapped soul ––
                when all of us were young                     for me

                and the fire burned                           only a terrified desperate thing

                brightly                                      seeking its proper
                                                              element
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