Among the truly asounding and touching array of gifts I received for my birthday last week, a ghazal by my friend, the multi-talented artist Randy Adams.
hybrid ghazal #9
still a young'n though at 40
a distant memory for some
count our blessings one, two
and count our many losses
a poem for peter, blocked
for eons then this, go figure
there was no pen involved
this text exists only here
odd when you think about it
this aging in virtual space
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