Tuesday, June 5, 2018

Another Other Poem




AGE
OLD AGE

as i get older
and retire from tedium
as nature starts to reclaim the body
and the aether makes room for the psyche
i become more or less i
to me
and others
and a landscape
common
granted
for progeny
and philistines
enough to wish
i was a horned owl
in polygyny

June, 2018

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