Tag Archives: aging

old friends – April 20

4.20.2015 I can’t do what you do anymore, he said   I’m just too tired, too fuzzy.   Don’t wait for your bucket list, she says, after eighty it just gets too hard.   And yet there they both are, … Continue reading

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borders – April 14

4.14.2015 thin like a rapier sharp as steel hawk nosed and young   we talk across borders of business and youth   wandering voices striking fire and spark yet opaque   how do generations hear one another when texts have … Continue reading

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young players – April 6

4.6.2015 young players on the stage   newer voices at play   in the story we all enter. ————–

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appreciation – April 6

4.6.2015 breathing slow and measured I lift the shovel   now of an age to take time to measure and feel   my body, use my body, care for my body   thankful for the gift of it. ———————–

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nudging horses – March 24

3.24.2015 graying eyes, a droop of eyelid. thinner skin out, tougher in.   younger men ignore you now. it is their time, even while you still try to hold reins in your hands.   or at least nudge to the … Continue reading

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stiffness – February 28

2.28.2015 stiffness hardens the hands that type   age creeping toward a distance   from the vision of my self as solid. —————

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traffic – February 17

2.17.2015 pavement rolling under the chassis, long curving byways, short tight traffics,   remind   that the journey is no longer just as enjoyable as the destination. —————————–

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fuzzy thoughts – January 16

1.16 Fuzzy thoughts are what comes when the drugs kick in.   Or maybe we’re just getting older. ———–

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procedure – December 27

12.27.2014 the tube goes in down the throat via the nostrils   and the body rebels at the violation.   looked upon now in older age one wonders   will it be me. —————————

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the water pushes – December 6

12.6.2014 the water pushes back. arms, legs, torso, trunk   lift that barge, tote that bale one two three four, wail, wail, wail.   aging bodies staying well these are the ones you want to hang out with. ————————-

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