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Jazz Poetry
Wisdom of Loss
By
WAYNE WOLFSON,
Published: January 24, 2009
Wayne Wolfson
Wayne is a California based authorIt was the day after Paula's going home party. Helium worn away, one lone white balloon now shrunken and flightless, sits on a hedge looking like the bleached skull of a sacrifice from some pagan ritual.
Even in my better moments there was a certain degree of fatalism, a lament for the finite.
How many more kisses, late nights spent wandering the back streets behind the Pantheon. A march ending in predawn eggs cooked to a Zoot Sims record.
Older and wiser I no longer wish for peace but now aspire to think only of what I have, not how long I will have it.
