My two-year-old grandson runs around the table.
With a smile, his dad says, Stop.
The boy yells back,
No stop. Go! keeps
running in glee
round and round the table.
I look at my cancer, get a lesson in body
mechanics—what causes what to stop, go,
rise, flow. Now it’s so automatic—
brain desires, body functions.
But that may all change.
At sixty, June Allison’s ads take on new meaning.
At sixty, flows that started at puberty will cease.
At sixty, I yell back,
No stop. Go!
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