Our geriatric acrobatic dance,
our subtle art, goes sometimes undiscerned
by passers-by. And by you too. Your glance,
pale pilot flame from passions banked, has turned
my head for decades, and today. The trance
the orderlies assume I'm in is one I've learned,
to masquerade my yearnings. They run sweet,
while I doze sitting, silent. I'm discreet.
Sweet One Hundred appeared on the A Little Poetry website and won its Marvelous Musing of the Month Award in April, 1997.