Tag Archives: aging

long time coming – June 27

6.27 left sciatic nerve kicking in, long time coming, years in the making   like a Hollywood epic that traces itself to the thirties   bodies work themselves out of lifetime’s clicks clacks and cracks   wounds and nippings here … Continue reading

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leaving the light on – June 3

6.3 Crickets chirp in sorrow night falling like a plan how do I know the morrow will come to me again.   Each night a little passing each sunset one still more and yet I set to laughing at life’s … Continue reading

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lines around eyes – June 1

6.1 lines around eyes gather, pucker, send messages of age   while the belly grows as if on its own with no restraint   until we shrug them off and live. ———————–

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water over the dam – May 25

5.25  [on the eve of an 18th birthday] The flow trudging over the falls has turned brown muddy gold. Days of heavy rain in remission have ribbed up the bottom places.   My son will turn a corner in the … Continue reading

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it all aches – May 21

5.21 It all aches. every step on the evening walk around the block.   thighs, back, neck, ankles. have I missed any parts. at least I have parts.   the way of woundedness, being better to move than to mould. … Continue reading

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old turtle – May 7

5.7 old turtle honu, big fella uses the battering tide to find his meal with least resistance.   as if old age could tell us that, and build us shells of bone, to ward the rocks while floating home. ———————–

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under construction – April 24

4.24 the little golf cart takes us through the construction zone to the clinic.   the clinic stairs take us up to the deconstruction zone for what’s ailing.   between the two the ride back out is much more satisfying. … Continue reading

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