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.