February 2017
I'm almost 70 and still working because I lived a reckless life beginning in the Sixties. I've lived all over the USA and done everything from stand-up and radio to factory work. I have a lovely sixteen year old daughter who I try to help along the way with my second ex who lives close by. My poetry has appeared online and in print.
Like No Other Moment
He visited his dying friend,
Who loved poetry even
More than he did.
They spent days reading
Poems aloud: Carver, Moore,
Bukowski, etc.
Discussing lines and stanzas,
While gazing out the large
Plate glass windows
At Monterey Bay, the surfers
And seals. They both knew
The best poetry wasn’t
Being read but felt between
Them, the decades of shared
Experiences,
The history of the world they
Held in their now frail hands.
Poetry was the air they breathed.
Letting Go
My cherished friend says
the trick is to not take
death personally.
He claims passing is part
of the natural order
of things,
like fall leaves falling,
announcing winter’s
journey. No big
deal. So, his death, like
mine and like yours,
will bring another
day, full of life, full of light,
so rejoice in the turning
and let it go.
©2016 Paul Lojeski
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