_For awards consideration: _
The empty page. I write,
_this morning I woke up, &
yesterday, & the day before._
The same long hair; a greying beard;
squint & you'll find me
largely unchanged; nothing but years,
yours; shaky, standing, caught
in the boundaries between
moments. I went first.
Your turn now: do you still
hide your hair? Does she
still make you happy? Tell me,
is your heart still green.