Tuesday, October 13, 2009

At Seventy

has met its match
balancing chance
on the head of
an inverted obelisk
slinging a curve
against the pull
of deadly angularity

complexity has found
a place to hide
simplicity gambols
in the space between
shadows of a receding sun
and I have ceased to run
with the restless winds
of persistent change

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