Mounting the Horse of Age

Airless bedroom of Thought
Can’t keep the sweat of my face
& to part with stars I’ve caught

Such sadness!

Thinning trails of footprints
Chase the masquerade—

Celebration of induction
Miles of listeners cheering on
The unprotected maid

Watch in awe the station
Where a baptism takes the place

Of tolerating sin—
Receptions to cascade the
Innovative whim

I used to use it as a net:

throw it high over skies:
to see what came falling down,

relish in my ingenious theft—

& love every new
surprise