"Sometime soon, some second I'll call now,
the beat will stop."
Issue6: No More Tears
BobSward's Writer's Friendship Series
Aquick list to poets featured in this issue:
Turning Sixty Five in Montana
Sometimes, I see a date of birth
a decade or more after mine,
forty or forty five
when someone died, old enough
to have grown sons, but younger
enough than me to be mine.
Some nights, my heart skips a beat,
then clangs like iron on an anvil,
steady again and silent. Sometime
soon, some second I'll call now,
the beat will stop. Pause, now,
breathe--deep breath, and let it go.