Words are falling from me like a seasonal peeling
As time has caught up with my vocabulary
And overtaken the interpretations
That up to this point had
Inspired my writing.
Still it’s been a good run and the fun of it has done
Wonders for my confidence that recently
Had been feeding on the bones
Of old allometries at the
Bottom of me;
But I grew with the slew of connections that fetched
A subject matter’s finer points from
The waiting room and stitched
Them to a framework of
Broader forms,
And once up and running I’ve been able to sun in
The afterglow of knowing that my best
Was dressed even better
Than before and called
Out in the heat
And stood its ground and found ample appreciation
From those who’ve shown it previously,
And from people who’ve not been
A part of my past work’s
Asking.
But now the tank is emptying and I’m left to tend
To loose ends until the inevitable
Tide of idleness sweeps
The findings of this
Year away.
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