Eleanor Ross Taylor

Have you heard of Eleanor Ross Taylor? She is a really old lady (90) who's still writing poetry and winning awards for it.

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Eleanor Ross Taylor

Diary Entry, March 24 Today walked home tho cold No coffee no Crackerjack no books $200 cash 3.50 taxi saved 5.69 coffee not spent Wind blowing hard Scarf tossing in my face breathing fast the cold A young man boy walking like that boy in Ellerbe hands deep in pockets shoulders twisting mouth bitter glittering eyes black-fringed into looking Kiss-me-quick-I’m-off-goodbye tied my scarf under my chin Hurry Just past the bridge wind threw a foam hot dog carton onto the walk ahead of me It landed flat waddled along open a little casket determined to get home first But the wind lifted it again took it off I, determined to get there before it Waddle as the wind blows, casket A fling of maple keys to street That’s the way the money goes Keys eyes bluegray Black-fringed Don’t shiver little star It’s not as cold as all that