I watch them
walk in: slow, not quite *****
white beard on one,
double chin on another
I estimate their seasons--an
appraiser assessing damages
of gravity and grief, cells
dividing, multiplying without relief
I was a lanky, lurching teen
when they were yet in diapers
soon, they'll be clad
in such humble attire again
I'll be there waiting, already
accustomed to such leaking humility
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 10:24 PM UTC
I watch them
walk in: slow, not quite *****
white beard on one,
double chin on another
I estimate their seasons--an
appraiser assessing damages
of gravity and grief, cells
dividing, multiplying without relief
I was a lanky, lurching teen
when they were yet in diapers
soon, they'll be clad
in such humble attire again
I'll be there waiting, already
accustomed to such leaking humility
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