my old woman whispers and chides:
these old hips ….
they give way you know — the pain starts at the knuckles…
the stance gets wider and then…
salty and sweet
the clock beckons
an elegant turn of phrase
can change everything
and that is how you know that the years have been kind
and they have been so
turn your head and look
we were young once
can you believe it?
did you feel the sunshine on our skins?
weeds by the road and your smile
is all i can remember