FIVE FLIGHTS between box for the body and flight of the spirit the dressing-room mirror and the public stage a steady heart and arrhythmia between age’s last ration and prodigal youth one’s own exhaust and the diesel engines’ sputtering spigots and bluster and flood between faded wallflowers and spent flowerbeds tin-can lamps and the Milky Way walls against chance and ceaseless change between self-pity and the careless fog the slippered creep and boot and cleat the slough of self and dust to dust the countdown clock its waiting bed and next day’s dawn and next year’s spring
Gregg Friedberg
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