morning coffee cools from the
breeze of a slow moving fan;
contours of a recliner adjust to
the temperaments of latent thoughts;
male cats slip and slide on hardwood floors
chasing each other’s tales and the
memories tauntingly left behind;
age remembers while life reflects
and the middle-ground becomes
depressingly real for those who have
acquired tolerances of gazing backwards;
old light from a once bright sun
reaches my sight and I ponder on
what frequency did it arrive;
each time I think the liquid is gone
more has taken its place ubiquitously,
forcing me to turn the dusts of time
into dazzling jewels of the mind.
June 2, 2012
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