Tagged: age
in the age of the
in the age of the
pandemic, we worry our
worry stones until
they hum – a bumblebee too, too
still, a phone call that never comes
.
20210825:2206
y
after a while, we
after a while, we
will lose track of what to follow –
a line, a curve, a
scent, a thought – only perhaps
the reach of radiance stays true
.
20210426:2138
y
a set of stairs – an
a set of stairs – an
administrative burden
to both knees and wit
.
20210225:1938
y
every joint is an
every joint is an
imminent reminder of
our fragility –
we swing our legs over the edge,
one of our knees is crackling
.
20201028:1704
y
more pepper, less salt
more pepper, less salt
is our refrain for noodles,
jelly, hair, and life
.
20200824:1645
y
we will store this and
we will store this and
more as we pass through time – there’s
no way around it
.
20200821:1318
y
every year, there is
every year, there is
a new story that you are
destined to own – an
incalculable weight, a
notable inheritance
.
20200515:2135
y
after all, we will
after all, we will
curl
like the dogwood
blossoms in
the backyard,
illuminated
.
20200213:0753
y
this morning, the right
this morning, the right
elbow cancelled our date, asked
the fingers and arm
to pull the cover over its
skull, wished the rest of us well
.
20200201:0735
y
we, too, fall slowly
we, too, fall slowly
into disrepair, as often
as we renovate,
replace parts, look into the
mirror to find our old selves
.
20191025:0716
y
** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: disrepair
