Age and Circumstance

Age and circumstance conspire As the will waffles Beneath the weight Of the unanticipated Present A gift They called it This aging thing A crumpled box Found in the dark corner Of forgetfulness The softening Of the delicious Into the bruised torment Of a long-forgotten season And yet The core contains it all Accepts the circumstance Defies the conspirator Knowing that age Is but time’s tempering tool cooling its perfection