And Then It’s Over 2014

And Then It’s Over


You read a story.  Alice Munro.

Then in the middle, of a sudden.

You’re back in Manhattan,

Twenty something,

Very slim and conscious of it;

Dressed in candy-stripey slacks that cling:

You’re singing young; time lacking meaning;

In the park on Riverside –

Then hark, you’re back in Sweden

Once again

In bed,

The story partly read

With you not knowing what it said

Now almost eighty, thinking,

“Then it’s over.”


And Then It’s Over 3.28.2014

Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin




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