Bonnie Billet: The Last Surprise

It's late


some have died

            cancer

                       oxycontin

bad luck


nothing is set in cement

                  but the roads have been chosen


                  and walked almost to the ends


I have more than I 'd expected

                   a family

                  a mess of poems

                  written in my 70's

                  a lion colored dog

                  a sulphur crested cockatoo


the first roads

                        went to Paris

Istanbul                   New Delhi


Later we walked

                        into marriage

learning to ignore what couldn't change


we made a success of it



the last surprise is death

dying                   like falling into a dream

a few random thoughts


then nothing


Bonnie Billet wrote until she was 35, she was published in Poetry, Pequod, The Kansas Quarterly, Oxford review and Cache.  She started writing two years ago and is now 71.  She has had a poem accepted by So To Speak.