Almost unnoticed.
And the dressing, eating
all are finely wrapped
and placed aside,
the chore complete,
though less a chore
than it used to be.
The door and lock are stuck
and will not part
without intention,
but they do;
I am slower but not less
sure.
And yet
the gravel where I walk,
knowing where I am,
reminds me of each step
that will not wash
in this day’s rain.
And I turn,
my eyes complete,
to see
the shadowed suns
That come a’dawning
and the elder memories
of my longer years.
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