«First Loves» by Phil Repko

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First loves: they burned
and seared a mark
that tingles
when the weather turns –
The greyer clouds,
foreboding cold,
or even steamy rounds
of heat
might make me scratch
a distant, misty itch.

So now, dressed in my dotage,
with my better loves
in permanent attendance
through the best and worst
of seasons,
I’m glad my fingernails
can tend that scar –
with sweet dismissal,
as those better rays
of sun shine warmly on.

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