When I’m 80 I hope to take out the trash
Like any other year - a slow movement
Of ridding my life of unwanted used up
Mistreated atoms - aren’t we all just atoms
Bunched up in different configurations
In life: yes when I’m 80 to do such a feat
Alone my little tangerine hands grasping
The last of life and tossing it away as if
I had all the time: the world - what a day