How wisdoms come with, age, translated…
The Moments that Felt Too Real
Came & Went
I’d Owned, Too Many to, Count
Those Features After the Rain
The Hills in the Memories
The Species of Locally-Grown Mangoes
The Tracks of the Jokes of the Smokes on the
wiser, with the years…
Chessboards
Still Fresh in My Mind
Out by the Super Convenience Shop, the Wooden Chair the Steel Tables
The Umbrella Rack a Pack of Sugar into the Americano
The Colors of the Moon, Lightly Painted on
Fuller, the Conversations in the Gazes
Added More to the Dreams, the Delusions
No Matter Who it Was
After Midlife
Some of the Seats Grew Quieter
With that Swirl of the Self
And so, this showed, how as we age, we’d gotten more time to ourselves, we’d learned to, reflect on our pasts, our behaviors, we’d become, more introspective with the coming of the years.
Life, the Obstacle Course 