In Acting My Age, the opening section, the poet Steve Luxton navigates retirement. With unflagging wit, he suspects he is viewed, if at all, as a curiosity or even sidewalk obstacle by hurry- by younger generations . . . . Growing older involves losses but also gains: a flourishing bond with wife and friends, and the acquisition of wisdom. In the second, The Dying Meteorologist, from which the collection’s title derives, Luxton writes of the winter-long bout with cancer of a close friend. In this 22-poem cycle, he movingly records conversations, walks, drives and last days. These pieces celebrate life and friendship, under imponderable and fateful skies.