I wish
I were you
forever frozen
in glory
a smiling graduation photo
looking
in the mirror
a few lines on my forehead
are there any wrinkles
on my soul?
I’ve turned gray
like Van Winkle
not under
a shady tree
but inside
is any day
of being
above the ground and vertical
a good one?
sleeps evade me
we all
go six feet under
why struggle?
short day
into dark night
Lynx, XXV:3
a shady tree
but inside
is any day
of being
above the ground and vertical
a good one?
sleeps evade me
we all
go six feet under
why struggle?
short day
into dark night
Lynx, XXV:3
