NEAR THE TOP
You will be with
me in whatever's
left of paradise
once time has
had its day. Things
sneak up on us.
Age does, with its
claws and other
extremities. Near
the top of a flight
of stairs I turn
around in order to
topple back into
myself for safekeeping.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
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