Contemplating the Emptyness of the Bore

We are both older now

Annoyed by seasons too short

Filled with days even shorter

As we continue to ride the circles

Together

I won't perpetuate the Golden Myth

its told to keep you toiling with the machine

Retirement is the beginning of the end

a downward spiral that turns lazily towards the ground

before you know it the turns get tighter

what felt like a loop turns into a spin

don't worry, the ground really is rushing at you

jaws wide open

gravity is catching up with you

Sandhill Cranes, winter residents at

With a small click at the base of my spine

Pain shows itself in commanding my attention

I won't lie to you I still believe pain is a blessing

But the blessing has overstayed its welcome

And the pills just make me stupid

It already knows the exercises that ran it out the last time

And laughs at my attempts to send it down the road

Some guests just don't know when to leave

And the pills

Just

Make

Me

The day unwinding into night

Toys on the charger

We wouldn't want a failure just as things are getting good

The kefir is surprisingly sharp but just a little thin

The sandman throws gritty in my eyes

Then again

A double dose of on the nod

May as well give up and give in

Surely this is going nowhere

Good n I g h t. 🌜

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Ephemeral light

If you wait it will be gone

Sunset never waits

The invasion of the bees.

Sandhill Crane

Great Egret

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