Wintering in the Underworld
like a snowbird flown to Florida
with all of the heat
and none of the light
and plenty of old codgers
leering at my eternal youthfulness
knowing just the touch of my foot
above ground brings the life
they can never again create.
They grovel at the foot of my dark throne
not daring to speak my name
and watch with leaden hearts
as I ascend into the light.
(c)2011 Noreen Braman
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