a very old poem

i came across a poem i wrote in 1979 - february 25th to be exact - and so let’s do the math. hmmmm. that makes it 28 and a half years old. and it’s not especially good writing but . . . . but it does have something about it that rings true.
here goes:

the upper hand
you hold
like a sword
is slowly sliding
its blunt point
through my skull
and
out of my mouth
pinning me
like a brooch to your body.

ouch and double ouch! poor steven has suffered so. and then been so blessed.


summer is very obviously leaving. cool evenings. cool mornings. early dark evenings. school started. and changing colours in the landscape. here’s a picture i took in my back yard. long ago this region was covered in trees and prairie grasses. these are prairie grasses late in the season. i love the variety in their colour.