Today is the day on which I always present a poem. No matter what.
The day’s arrived
(I couldn’t choose)
so now I’ll share
my bit of news:
It’s a new decade—
bet I’ll blunder!
I won’t cry
but only wonder
what’s in store,
how will this go,
now that I’m
a big SIX-OH!
I’ve always called zinnias “party flowers” because they look like they are having a big celebration in the center. Okay, maybe I’m just crazy! Or old. Or both. But here’s to celebrating, since I refuse to mourn this big number.
Orange Zinnia, 10.28.16