A Senior Moment
We are penned in, love,
fenced by aged wood, bound by vines
we have wound around
our joints carefully
drawing all caution to us
per our written oath
on that tan parchment
contract of our engagement.
Is this possible?
It is like sunset
spray swirling in the late sky
close to the ridge line -
our edges drafted
on our fruited heritage.
It is like moonrise
casting her silver
daggers - all our divergent
choices chased away.
September 8, 2015 6:56 PM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.