poems by Tommy Herbert

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I Stand Up Slowly Now

I stand up slowly now.
My joints are almost not joints –
They’re almost set in place.
Memory is the same:
Some time before today,
The present swung easily –
Attached to the past, but free.
Either my wife was alive then
And is dead now, or the reverse.
Here I am, going senile.

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