There's a poem I've been looking for, I believe a late one, where he's talking (as usual) about the hardships and heartaches and the things he'd like to experience before dying, simple things: Sitting outside at a cafe having a drink, a skinny (?) dog walks by and he hears someone laughing... Then something like, "That would be enough."
I could have sworn it was in either Septuagenarian Stew or Betting on the Muse, but I can't find it in them.
I could have sworn it was in either Septuagenarian Stew or Betting on the Muse, but I can't find it in them.