I am a vain, middle-aged woman
who delights to hear surprise and
denial when at her 45th birthday
party, those who don’t know her well,
and those who, indeed, hardly look,
protest the sum of my years.
Impossible, they say,
that you have lived that long.
And inside I am shaken to the bone
to think I may live again
this many years.
My only comfort is that
they fly. The years do fly.
2007
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