#achingbones
Impossibly,
pigeons sparked against a cerulean sky
spinning like a tossed hand of loose change
in appreciation of the day’s artistry
On the bed’s edge,
trying to align and affix,
gingerly stretching muscles that used to behave,
their co-ordinated flight cast me
momentarily saddened
as each sock and trouser leg moaned on
Still,
the sun kissed us all, anyway
Feb 27, 2022
Feb 27, 2022 at 9:44 AM UTC