Ignoring the Summons
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Helen Wickes
There comes a time, I’m told there comes a day, I don’t know when, maybe it’s happened, no one tells me anything. Seems I’ll have to answer the summons—a horn blowing— that lets me know henceforth to write only old lady poems. About whatever I’ve been writing, a stern voice says, you’re a disgrace, and says to take a last shot, cast myself anew as the old dame, senior thing, old-timer lines, slowed down, patient, humble doing not what I’ve done with joy—carve out this place while still alive, still full of words, still here.
20 Sanskrit 2011 Poetry