Love in Old Age
Everything seems new,
equal parts adventure and fear,
like a new born
taken outside
for the first time.
About this poem.
Sometimes you never know where a poem will end up. This was one of those times.
Tom
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Quarry House 
I enjoy and look forward to your daily posts. (I’m a long-time reader of Jon Katz’ blog.)
You folks so enrich my life with your offerings. Thanks much.
Thank you so much!