Older

One more tooth to gut

Collateral damage from

My battle waged with time

Slack flesh wrinkles 

Across sinew and bone

Hands that shiver 

Like autumn leaves 

Aching marrow 

Swollen feet

And days that fall

From calendars

Soundlessly.

Old loves

Still in hiding

Deep within me

Like old bones under

The mulberry tree.

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