Susan Evangelista


  • Geriatrics

    I was seventy-seven come August,  I shall shortly be losing my bloom;I’ve experienced zephyr and raw gust  And (symbolical) flood and simoom. When you come to this time of abatement,  To this passing from Summer to Fall,It is manners to issue a statement As to what you got out of it all. So I’ll say, though reflection unnerves me  And…