Aging

When did these bones

Sigh

With weariness of movement

Was it when I tied my hair in a bun

Started wearing a sunhat

Or watching

Girls starting to work where I work

Beginning

First job

Juxtaposed against my 33 plus years

I am ambivalent about these creeping

Years

Softly

Stepping by with a sunset in the distance looming

I am grooming

Myself for

Time in which to lie back with my hands behind my head

Capture

Thoughts as they go by like clouds

Unattached but interested

This aging is somehow elusive to me.

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