Patina

My patina’s worn
next to sliding
skin touches;
youth on display
signal the intimacy
of the lightly burdened.

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Nature Break

An hour of sun
Who sees me forever young
A hug, a promise

Comet

Whenever I feel old
I look at the lights across the water
On that bridge older than I
I think of elms and oaks
And all the children they have sheltered
Playing underneath their scarred boughs
Compared to many things
I am like a comet
A streak of light
Momentarily glimpsed
And smiled upon by that
Eternal eye