dug in with fingernails
unable to crawl back to my 50’s
losing the rear view of my 40’s
looking down I see a
murky future straight up
the dusty crystal of the past
70 will come with a slow
slip and eyes closed
in the middle of the night
hopefully a clean dive into
a warm lake but I prepare for
a rougher much colder landing
with any luck no ice
to shatter and sink
my remaining dreams
when Gracie rubs her cheek in dried dog poop I can never tell if it’s Christian Dior or some cheap gaudy knock off don’t know whether she’s hoping to attract a handsome senior or trying to turn off th
these lips would nibble sunlight if not for chicken pot pies or suckle my good memories but for perfectly ripe avocados I’d drink a fresh morning wind if iced tea or ginger ale weren’t available at le
a quick kiss with shoulders touching the old couple sits front row on a wire facing the walk bridge humans and their noisy busyness leashed dogs and bicycles cups and bags and jackets cross back and f