In my Old Age

(remembering Angelo Turbesi, local saint)

I will study words, bugs and birds
and play opera with the windows open
Just like Mr Turbesi did,
I will hang paintings on my porch facing out
for everyone walking by to enjoy
I will let kids pick the raspberries and blueberries in my yard.
We'll make hand-churned ice cream at the picnic table
under the mulberry tree
in the shade