Re-inspired
A stagnant pen,
Vacant paper.
Quiet hand, then
I remember:
Ha! Your birthday;
Ah, your birthday!
One plus seventy!
Lunch,
Then town,
A walk around.
Not much change,
But new each morning,
As it should be.
We’ll eat lunch
With more discrimination.
Munch by munch,
Crunch by crunch
A cool familiarity.
We’ll celebrate.
One and seventy:
A number only.
© Re-inspired 2.6.2009
Birthday Book; Love Relationships; Birth, Death & In Between; Numbers;
Arlene Corwin