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
.
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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
.
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a set of stairs – an

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
.
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more pepper, less salt

we will store this and

we will store this and
more as we pass through time – there’s
no way around it
.
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every year, there is

every year, there is
a new story that you are
destined to own – an

incalculable weight, a
notable inheritance
.
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after all, we will

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
.
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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
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: disrepair