It’s a natural law

Unscuffed,  untouched

that we’ll slip into

that the paint of time will coat us

over and over,

peel,

peel

and show our past,

glittering, falling, cluttering.

I’m hardly here now,

it’s just the paint flakes.

 

None ofthis matters,

winter’s laid out

and flakes aren’t noticed.

I need repainting.

12 Oct 08

dlb

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