Many Menopause
At, the many menopause there are MANY PAUSES
men pause
Priests pause
And dogs sometimes wait on corners
Cats pause, sleep, and eat, and scratch their claws,
And the many pauses stops sleep
Mind leaps
limbs squeak then later creak
legs go to sleep
At the foot of the many mounts of pauses
The summit dissapears without a peep
Thoughts implode
awoken from their sleep
At a concert (classical)
A manly diva hits the keys like liberace
A many pause of clearing throats in silence
To cover up the bigger pause of being mistaken, then
An old man in a dress, hobbles out off the podium to take a leak
Meanwhile a million women over forty toss and turn in a pool
of troubled sleep
The pauses trickle on in patterns
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poem by Yvette Smith
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