aging - a poem

unsettled
that smell of blackened earth
spits red wine on disused tongue
scents of what you once were
a primal dirt pulsing in your veins
an energy of life running in tunnels
of blood familiar as a womb
quickening and you
digging underneath
siphoning white sand on skin
bury your legs
pretend
what it is to die
surrounded by life
as sea and sun flicker
like flapping wings
a sound of tapping fingers
as waves tickle the edge of your feet
then pull away
_
a stone washed
man lingers in your spine
like summer rain
he follows you home
to that dread where you once lived
a stray dog with paper thin
matted fur
of ribs that have not seen
love for days disappears
weeks or years later
his memory pulls at you
fills you with pain
and sorrow
as if sensing his death
as your own
a backwards glance
life fading in the distance
a passing parade
lost with the turn
of the tide

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