My Brain on Molasses (and the Bee Gees)

My aging brain slows,
a train approaching its stop.

Quick math, rapid logic?
Not going to happen.

But in the slogging
a new kind of speed.

I saw an ad this morning:
Do you know your retirement goals?

Without a second’s thought
I sang—

“Stayin’ Alive.” “Stayin’ Alive.”

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Rue Scribe, April 3, 2025

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