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My Last Etesian

Forty years a Poet,
  sixty years a man

Calling to me distant,
  my last Etesian

Time at best deceptive,
  a trinity of masks

Present truth accepted,
  the one not first or last

The drums now beating softly,
  their rhythm stills my heart

My spirit free to chase the wind,
-this world I now depart

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)