OLD AGE
“Grandpa - Look!”
he squealed with delight,
fascinated, and bent down
to touch the starling - stiff
in new-fallen snow.
“Why did it die?”
“Come quickly. It’s cold.”
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Author:
Will Hiltz (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have no written record of this early poem, and reproduce it here from possibly faulty memory. If I recall correctly, it was one of a handful I've had published in quarterlies over the years, and I seem to recall it appearing in something called "Puma Review" in the early '80s. That quarterly seems out of print now, a Google search on it's name producing merely a long string of athletic shoe reviews. I recall wanting to make this poem a haiku, but could never really capture it well enough in so few syllables. Enjoy.
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