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Halfway to Ninety

A poem of edification

Halfway to ninety
and it seems I’ve always got something heavy
slung across my back
but now I know that I can set it down
any time I want to;
it really only has to hold
the most important stuff anyway
like water and Kleenex
journals for rescuing stray words
and maybe a rose quartz or two
(because everyone needs a rock in their purse)



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Skye Nicholson

Woman, mom, teacher, writer, unicorn-lover, tree-hugger, magic-seeker, fox spirit, crier, human. Writing about life: my years of drinking and my awakening.