Taos

 

I am old

I am afraid there is no denying it

although those I meet on the street

over coffee socially most often in Taos exclaim

with reassuringly gleeful smiles that

I am not old at all

I am only older

apparently being old is

no longer what it once was

old has become a thing

of the past replaced

by the much younger hipper older

excitedly I thank those wiser than me

with eyes sparkling behind thick glasses

I snap my arthritic fingers imagine combing

a few strands of hair dancing on air

and hurriedly crazily race away

looking for a new

kind of trouble

that only being older

than old can 

 

find

JPPestana

Taos

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