Consignment

                                                                          Kenneth P. Gurney
                                                       
         
                                                                   
                                                                           You seem the kind of person

                                                          who looks up words in the dictionary

                                                          for no reason but edification.

 

                                                          I see the baby has hold of your

                                                          index finger and laughs

                                                          while shaking it.

 

                                                          This age your eyes gleam

                                                          while looking at that little face

                                                          belies the years in your wrinkled skin.

 

                                                                            I say, there once was a magic

                                                                             in zippers, at least, before care

                                                                             became the gravity that sags our shoulders.