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David Rosenheim

Old Man Meditation


the old man sits in quiet

his hearing aids off


sits with his coffee in the window

late June sun dappling through


he watches the nuthatches make

their economies in the maple


recalls their chatter from memory

no longer needs to hear it


his thoughts at this hour          holy hour

are few and widely spaced


glimpses of boyhood

not so far in the bending branch of time


images of friends dying or gone

without much sadness


these thoughts fade against the present

business of birds, the fullness of morning


the gentle pulsing of the mind interspersed

with the changing light of day

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