At twenty, even as
bullets and shrapnel
sizzle your ears,
you trust in your
immortality beyond
any doubt.
Nearing sixty,
death has become
a dark lover
whose possibility
you take to your bed
every mortal evening.
Opening your eyes
to a new morning:
the least certain,
sweetest gift of all.
- mce
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Opening your eyes to a new morning yet? I am back from the mountains. My legs feel like the belong to a mountain goat........strong, very useful and unfortunately a bit hairy, too. (I can remedy that.)
ReplyDeleteHow are you this new day? May it all go well for you.........
firefly gal