my dentist retired last year talk about the blind eye letting things slide cruising to the end hitting the low note because my new dentist says I need a filling root canal with filling another filling tooth extraction with new crown 3rd filling replacement of a cracked crown he’s cutting edge, high tech and focused on nipping issues in the bud my mouth should be happy but it’s not talking to me I think teeth retire too, with the same expectations I have don’t both

I’ve been told I need to swing my legs more, thousands of times more, to match the amount achieved before a busy life became lazy frankly, I get bored passing the same bushes and palm trees, same rocks and sand, sometimes even the same faces and I’m sorry the dogs always seem infatuated, exhilarated with these walks for them the world’s made one rotation, people and dogs have passed, liquid molecules squirted on branches, boulders, things dropped or buried in sand sub

you snowbirds and ice scrapers watch trees turn bare in winter our summers have the same fierceness of that season with the loss of leaves there are limbs that can’t take the sun’s oven and die sufferingly slow with twigs the first to show the bones of death, fingers still reaching, for the life that never came