Aging
patches of rain
dampened cobwebs on yew bushes --
the gray in my hair
the creaking of the
screen door swaying in the wind --
my knees in motion
the sight of a
one headlighted car passing by --
my dimming childhood
finishing an expert
crossword without a dictionary --
wisdom
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