One am, Eating Yesterday’s Popcorn

from a rubber-maid tub

a little stale but edible

sharing a few pieces with

my beloved pit bull Babymoo,

at sixty-four, I’m learning

to find the mostly good.

I still eat fresh, with a little garlic

and even less hot pepper,

black coffee two to three cups per day,

ice cream, but there was a time I focused

 on the flaws and complained, today,

I am happy the car starts every day,

the front door opens and closes on its hinge

I am grateful to go back to bed

next to the woman I love

and sleep ‘til four and make good coffee,

aware this life is fleeting and I am

lucky to be in it, now, and here