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Old Age

A POEM

By Anne Keith | November 1983

Accept the wind —

Insanity would fight it now.

It is no angel to be wrestled with.

Accept the wind —

Exalting in the ripping off of color

from the trees.

It deals in stripping and revealing

nakedness.

Accept the wind —

The time has come for seeing

Trunk, and limb, and twig.

Accept it with great joy

Knowing that God appointed sap

To rise again.

Parting

Let the air be taken from me;

Let no water touch my tongue.

Though my…

Faith

Trellised clouds upwards towards

earth’s moon

Set within a night-dome

of…

Boardwalk Fortune Teller

Borne up by priestly hands beyond the dark

The clean oblation of the harvest moon

…