732 With Nancy, at the door. 1-5-18 ( pic a word. search it)

As skin
of my hands and wrists
ages into the topography of crepe paper,
I sadden as I approach the door,
not so much for
what it opens out to,
(what is ahead is settled,
karmic beyond my ken).

for what it shuts away,
behind me.

Cool sea.
Warm sand.
My wife in my life.
My hand in her hand.

as a lingering kiss was,
when all else is,

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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