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Ana Leejay
Poems
Sep 2013
old people
I fear
the loneliness of an aged man
holding onto the grip of the bus
with his arthritis hands
with his soar knuckles
shook to his fingertips
I fear
the old woman's short temper
her waist resting against
her bags of groceries
on the bus seat
falling asleep to the sound of
children from the back
we all hear "dreams" differently
I fear the type of loneliness
not an empty island in the middle
of the pacific
but an apartment you have spent
your whole adult life in
like a bed that has not been moved
in decades
like forks and knives on the dinner
table pointed
to the same direction
always
I fear a type of solitude
where I'd see a family of three
passing by my lawn and
I can't imagine myself in their shoes
When I have missed a part of life
busy untangling myself from pride
I fear
the windowed grandfathers
the divorced elderly
the senior citizens with no family
who know the routes of the city bus
too well
never lost,
just not enough change
Written by
Ana Leejay
New York
(New York)
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