Taking Leave

As our chairs gently rock
To the tunes of gusty wind songs
Memories of “us”, gulping(ly) throng

Where has time fled carrying childhood
Revelry and raucous song fests, when time’s
Coin was worthless in our “now” moments?

Running age wrinkled fingers, memories sweetened
Over ebony limbs of our beloved rockers, heart sighs
Eyes smart and grief convulsed body, keels over


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