"Sometime soon, some second I'll call now,
the beat will stop."
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Turning Sixty Five in Montana
Sometimes, I see a date of birth when someone died, old enough Some nights, my heart skips a beat, soon, some second I'll call now,
a decade or more after mine,
forty or forty five
to have grown sons, but younger
enough than me to be mine.
then clangs like iron on an anvil,
steady again and silent. Sometime
the beat will stop. Pause, now,
breathe--deep breath, and let it go.
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