Aging
Little fires
That break out
In my field
Of sanity.
Lines of wrinkles
Coming forward
Showing wrinkles
In my life.
Excess.
Donning apples
On the branches
Of my tree
Of many
Favors.
Weighing, shaping
With the wind and rain
That's blowing
Through this straw
Of reason.
8-3-09
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