Growing Old May 2022
my
flesh
sets less
hard—winter
slow koan blossoms—
no sibyl will augur my pose
before armies i lead to unexpected triumph
or my defiant stroll on red carpet up golgotha moving teenage martyr angst
to ratchet life eternal—age nearsights my focus:
i've survived war, plague, and female
notice to this spring
that never
seems to
grow
warm
