Age
A gymnast, a circus performer,
strange dreams of life, so many twists.
The slow ache of age – waking
again and again to the same old world.
Treading frigid water in a new river
we have been forced to cross.
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love this one
Such an expert navigation at work in this piece. The compactness, the repetitive actions, the layers of meaning—I’m a big fan.
Wonderful ending