Ravages of Entropy
He feels the invisible razors
tear at his knee, he falls
mouth opens and body begins to shake
this is his new life;
he drives by, where he used to hike,
he paints and photographs his adventures
careful not to fall into the cavern of depression below
there are only so many days
only so many dreams, left undone
plans made, must be revised
not able to, ‘this’ year
maybe some other time,
some other parade,
in some other
spring.
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