The cauldron
bubbles below
Hungry
for my old body
with
painful wavering legs
Balancing
on the tightrope
Stretched
across the bottomless
Brief
respite lies ahead
On the
too narrow ledge
Of
my lingering life
Before
I must return
To the
daily journey
In
my youth the path
Was
broad and inviting
Leading
to spacious
Grassy
rolling hills
With
beautiful views
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Featherlike I
floated
on my powerful legs
through a long life,
jogging for miles,
bounding up stairs
on
the precipice
of
real old age
expecting
to fall
into
the abyss
A tumble
lies ahead
to vanish
weightlessly
into
whatever future
mysteriously
awaits
after
my earthly journey
Her sparkling smile
brightens my world
like a burst of spring
after a grim winter
The sap of desire
flows within me
flooding my being
with hunger for her
Her happy expression
creates an environment
in which we flourish
nurturing our love
Chanting joyfully
and fearlessly too
Her face uncovered
rallying for him
And all he would do
A great America
was their
ultimate goal
No
mask for him or her
Stand
up as patriots
being
so brave and bold
The enthusiasm
she felt
burned
so painfully away
when
deadly covid gripped her
A contagious viral predator
insatiably
seeking prey
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She looked across the room
snaring me in a silky
web of lasting desire,
a mesmerizing bond
catching me forever
Our cocoon of love
pressed us together
in a world of pleasure
where her sweet smile
mirrored our happiness
Our charmed journey
continues despite death,
a spiritual connection
forged by her last words:
“I love you”
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