The last knock at my door
Laid out a soft rapt
It was everyone I knew
Rang up to find out
Did my fingers sprawl
How do I know my legs grew

All the cars in my town
Flee yellow and blue
Filled to the brim
Pulling the street wide out
How did all distance set in
Do I know my stride is at whim

A cliff side is calling
I hope that I don’t fall in
The vines lay all tied back
I’ve ate all my egg yolks
I fold in my linen

I’m young and I’m weary
I’ve been younger too
Something is gone here
I peaked years ago,
and no one knew