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Last Act

Judith Ann Levison

I did not want to grow this old.
More questions than answers.
The big one like the moving colors
Of a garnet is abstract, yet yearns
For my lost attention to its
Black- blood brilliance resetting.

I tap my cane upon stone,
Hoping it will pierce then tarnish
The lament of my generation, mad
With gossip, our hats pinned to our hair
Never to be loosened by wild wear.

It startles me to now desire passion,
Now when life, a ritual of bowl, soap, and bed,
Sees the clarity of love
Become the magic of real things:
Dusk before a velvet-antlered dark,
Jagged rows of rocks you want to
Follow to a clot of daisies at the end.

What truth to see the wrinkling and
Fanning of the butterflies
In painted colors dance, then breathe
And mock my frequent and awed search
For the rippled swirling of my skirt
Brought to the lips, click, click!

I do not know how to prepare for death.
Local eyes say: see her now, then you won’t.
Somewhere as night comes on, like a slipper pat, patting,
I am now alone on a patio, sipping rum and coke,
Thinking this a proper ending, or a beginning
As when I first jumped into flour-sifted snow.

 

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