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Preparation Age
The young tend to nudge love away
gravitate toward a pale blue loneliness
then quietly slip into the grate.
Maybe they're just preparing for old age
the age where anything you've ever loved
bumbles away-like a tumbleweed
looking for a sliver of shade.
When your very old
the sheets run yellow gray
and so very- very cold.
Even plastic flowers wither
as crawlers and weeds gain foothold...
into the fading gem...called dying hope.
Like a thinning glass ceiling spider
awaiting the nourishment of companionship
never to arrive.
Copyright ©
Anthony Biaanco
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