Sometimes Life Gets Its Act Together
by Joan Payne Kincaid


They came out yesterday
for her to be thirty nine
again again again
the little boys quick
to run with the Doberman
attic to cellar
all of us on a stroll in March
silver dark atmospherics
under balmy full moon
inter-relating everything
each other coming and going
flowers and gifts,
smoked salmon, vodka and cake
molto benissimo quite Ibsen
or Shaw but actually more Felini






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