Dilip Chitre - POST CLIMACTIC LOVE POEM

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Alternatively, I may start running
If it's not too late already, down the slope
My eyes cataleptic, my motion blurred

Blinded by the wind and bitten in the face
With frost-burnt nostrils and cracked lips
I may go vaguely towards the end

Of this wayward narrative.

Or else, freeze where I am
Surrounded by legends of snow
In the grand myth of ice

Memories of prairie winters
That so definitely replaced all autumns
Leaving black exclamations and trees

Bared, denuded, stripped of their all.

It happened in my life's first true fall
At age 37, when I became
The authentic alien, the foreign fiend

Among floundering affairs, Chinese dolls,
Lascivious Romanians, libidinous Latinos,
Steamy blacks, and frigid blondes.

The grass belonged to the university of sorrows
Waiting for the semester of fatal snow
In the town where poets got lost. more....