Five Words In A Line (For Gertrude Stein) Poem by Jack Galmitz

It's time my sweet friend
to say goodbye. Go now
to the world without depth
where memory and wind time
took. A young girl looking
in your old face kisses
your lips and says you're
handsome still. You who are
lost in the city of
hills. Go back to work
after you've retired though you
don't know how you arrived.
You haven't won the Nobel
Prize. It's on the mantel
of desire and past wiles.
And you're among the revised.
Your old friends are there
And still lack the standards
To which you aspire. Assassins
all. Not one to be trusted.
Is this it Gertrude Stein?