Poetry

Untitled (from Big Love Songs)

Like a Connery I flower late,
improving as the sunspots 
travel across my face, 
and more of my scalp
shining in the moonlight. 
 
 My act I've perfected, 
 the parts I choose within my range,
 which is the trick of mastery. 
 No one can resist my grin. 
 
Don’t pity me my limitations, 
I’ve enough to woo them still.  
The sun is warm and my plants 
are thriving in their Bahamas home. 
 

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