Wednesday, March 16, 2016


Mid Life Crisis

Peering out at the world
through the bars of a playpen
desire a bee in the ear
then as now but only
a mope would claim a halfway
point from any vantage other
than within the hour glass
footing trickier every day
but never more alive trying
to remain upright stuffing
pockets, my cuffs with sand.  

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