The Sand Hill Review               http://www.sandhillreview.org 2006

Let someone else save the world.  Let someone else

write the memo, call the bank. I’m tired of mending

that same green sweater, reattaching its buttons;

baking the taken-for-granted tuna casserole

with fresh frozen peas.  I can’t.  Wind me

down, not up.  You’ve wrested from me all possible

acts.  Let me drop the red curtain, live my life behind

drapes, undisturbed.  My time of shine past;

my legacy left.  Let me hear leaves.  Let me watch water

trickle in the pond, in the shade of the maple.  Let me.

Muriel Karr