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We've saved all this junk
because we might want it later.
You say:
At our age there is no later.
And so we begin.
At our age, love
needs no storage.
This poem first appeared in the Monterey Poetry Review.
Used here with permission.
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Joe Cottonwood is a semi-retired contractor with a lifetime of small jobs repairing homes. He lives with his high school sweetheart under redwoods in the Santa Cruz Mountains of California, caring for curly-haired dogs and straight-haired grandchildren. Joe's latest book is Random Saints. Learn more about him at www.joecottonwood.com.
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Wilda Morris:
Ah, yes! I'm trying to downsize. You said it beautifully. The love is what is important, not all this stuff we accumulated. Well-done.
Posted 02/14/2023 09:57 AM
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Lori Levy:
Short and beautiful.
Posted 02/13/2023 02:38 PM
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KinVT:
Wow. So much in so few words. & spot on!
Posted 02/13/2023 11:10 AM
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Sharon Waller Knutson:
Loved this wise, sparse poem. Favorite line: At our age, love needs no storage.
Posted 02/13/2023 10:34 AM
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cork:
Love is now!
Posted 02/13/2023 09:27 AM
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Carol Clearwater:
So do I, so do I!
Posted 02/13/2023 08:11 AM
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mail@schoolbusmart.com:
I like it.
Posted 02/13/2023 07:36 AM
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