Too Much to Bear
On the trees lining the canyon
hangs weather, & the kitten pirouettes.
Poison oak twirled on limbs
keeps us out, & garbage
impaled on brush keeps us angry
& then the train rattles loud
down the siding.
Nostalgia ignited
is the ash
of unrecoverable time
& old age, as is
passionately spent with
an air of purpose too aware of
its end
emulates a meadow kept for
cows or sunshine
brimming with
buzzing pats & flies.
How boundless this slow uncertain age.
We wish to make it last but last’s
too much to bear.
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