My Last Etesian

Forty years a Poet,

sixty years a man

 

Calling to me distant,

my last Etesian

 

Time at best deceptive,

a trinity of masks

 

Present truth accepted,

the one not first or last

 

Drums now beating softly,

their rhythm stills my heart

 

My spirit free to chase the wind

—this world I now depart

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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