Category: Aging
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naps
…forgive me if I take more naps than I used to on the backs of my eye lids maps etched of places I’ve been and places I still want to go vignettes written of folks I know and imagined conversations with folks still here and folks now gone I’m not tired I’m just planning where…
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the weight of living
1. Because they were loved and were loving Because they were needed and were needy Because they did not want to be misunderstood 2. Because they would not submit, they stayed, as long, as they could. Eventually the weight of living became too much They knew they could not wait long enough For the loving…
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old age
Because the feral grey cat was not blessed with opposing thumbs and death knew where to perch so ticks could suck its neck, there was not one damn thing it could do to alleviate the itch. It did not lament impending death and went on living, hunting food, rolling in the dust, fleeing just beyond…
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haiku for an elder man
like a dog outside the tennis court fence, he waits for one ball to play 6-30-22
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Everyday
everyday the challenge the desire to change to become a better human everyday the self-knowledge the awareness of inconsistencies lies that become truths everyday you become older closer to death becoming more alive everyday you realize you will not live long enough to become perfect everyday you strive you become stronger and more and more…
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The last fast
Days of malaise days of no energy days of frequent naps days waiting for the sun to set Maybe it’s the aging out of an obligation to fast maybe it is feeling old maybe it is being old maybe it is coming out of two years of pandemic isolation maybe it is all of these…
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haiku for the first of December
it is long past due shedding old expectations a snake’s skin outgrown 12-1-21
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AARP
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The retired Pied Piper tried to forget What he did to village children Sat on a park bench and thought There was much to learn from a pond: The way it does not flee away to the sea The way reflected clouds and trees don’t pollute water The way a stone will skip before it…
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haikus in still life
in a pretty vase waist deep in sterile water compost pile calling cut flowers gasping tap water from kitchen sink trying not to die objectified pose beauty captured in full-bloom before their wilting 11-13-21
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