Topography
weathered mountain hip
flat backside draw
pendulous breasts
spurs off the ridgeline
my flesh slipping
to a new terrain
has accelerated
I like to imagine
my mind remains
a smooth firmament
But there are cracks therein,
craggy caves and cliffs –
I might walk off the edge
of a memory
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Life is a treacherous walk. Enjoyed this poem!
the body’s geography
slips
Into mind’s mine