It's Still Life

Disintegration

Do you hear that?
There’s an empty space in my voice.

A void in my capabilities.
To climb a hill, and exhaust it.

Stairs by handrails
by step-step, step-step.

Do you see the ghost of a woman
who could take stairs two at a time.

Zero to sixty in 3.3 seconds.
Off-piste.
5K.

I’m in danger of becoming
moss on a rock. Worm on gravel.

I sing to my asters and cosmos –
my garden is on autumn’s hip.

Dying.
Pink shrivel.
Green loss.
An end of time.

If I enjoyed drink,
I’d want to be perpetually drunk.

But I don’t, so I won’t.

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