adjustments

through a gap in trees

light finds my face

warms my skin

I luxuriate in the moment

then adjust my chair

and return to the shade

out of sun

away from cancer

they cut from my skin

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how many weddings

happy days in the sun

did we attend in our youth

then watched from a distance

the slow scrapping away of love

with broken glass and legal scalpels

the adjustments of expectations

feeling somehow guilty of our longevity,

our survival, our refusal to quit

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