weathering

Weathering
time
We season
life
Does that
define
us?
you
bet !
~

Often
bets run off
motor
mouths spiting
faces, unhappily
faced
with “No holds bar”
Brawl sonatas
of life
~

we the
People
of all seasons
rhyme, reason
we still are
remain;
for now, we are
merely fed up
swallowing
fate fed
life
~

force fed
ingestions
wreak
indigestions
we regurgitate
unsavory
bytes
in time,
of life
~

moments
flee in banshee
screeches, as do
birds in hand
we scurry
with nets
for
on hand
bushes
~

bushes
are,
have
stoically
shed
leafy tears
proudly exposing
stark
privates
~

privy
to big
pictures,
we pitcher
life moments
filling in-hand
pitchers
replenishing
life
~

Occasionally
astride giddy
camels
we time pass
them through smoky
eye rings stringing
along life
(un)asphyxiated
thumbing life
~

whiling hairy
scary moments
huddled in corners
guiltily in cahoots
we suddenly take a stand
arms akimbo, challenging
time’s unsavories
as we duke it out
with life
largely
~

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