Birthday Poem

I got a glimpse –
at last! – of soul today.

He popped out of the blue
to sit upon a blue art deco curb

about ten feet away –
naked, slightly wary –

tinted blue himself –
appeared a little cold –

not very old –
late adolescence:

fuzzy-bearded, awkwardly un-used
to sensual maturity –

still a touch embarrassed
by his body hair.

It’s taken almost sixty years
to get him there.

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