In the 60’s / early 70’s, I read everything that Richard Brautigan wrote. Novels, short stories and (very short) poems. Last week I sent six old favourites about growing old to Robin in Cordova Bay. He liked them. I thought you might.
Nobody knows what the experience is worth
but it’s better than sitting on your hands,
I keep telling myself.
—
Things slowly curve out of sight
until they are gone. Afterwards
only the curve
remains.
—
Night again
Again night
—
Fred bought a pair of ice skates.
That was 20 years ago.
He still has them but he doesn’t
skate any more.
—
The last surprise is when you come
gradually to realise that nothing
surprises you any more
—
With so short a time to live and think
about stuff, I’ve spent just about
the right amount of time on this
poem.
KR
