A whole day
up in smoke
but I didn’t
burn it, especially
not at both ends
so why am I smelling
the acrid remains
of the day?
Age's Garden, Youth's Window
Looking out on
my darkened garden
through a glass
lit from within,
shows a slender,
unmarred, graceful
shade plant self:
a pale caladium
hidden from the withering
heat of time.
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