At 65

…in room 56 of the Quail Hollow building in a certain neck of the desert.

Photo by poet. Landscape and weather by God.

Rulers measure
millimeters.
Years calibrate
love’s repeaters.

It was then, on
life’s agenda
to be there — at
hacienda.

Birthday candles
signified it
whether glowing
or cold, unlit.

My tree of life
now grows new branch
from birth date spent
at desert ranch.

NOTE: I am in deep gratitude for every single year, every single person I’ve ever met, every person I’ve ever loved. It was one of the best day-of-birth celebrations I’ve ever had. Thank you, thank you, thank you…to all and everything…seen and unseen.