Old Woman’s Lament in Autumn
Sorrow is my corner store
where jack-o’-lantern balloons
get high on the last helium.
The endcap is gold today
with numbered bags
of Werther’s Original.
No one is Werther.
Last night a newscaster
mentioned an “elderly victim.”
Don’t call me that.
I’m old
and obdurate.
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