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
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