age surrounds me now
in the books i read
in the wrinkles of the bookmark i use
in the mirror
in the shaver i use
in the people i see
those still here, and those whose bodies lie in a box
age is everywhere in all shades
unnoticed
like green in a summer forest
and only the coloured flowers stand out to me now
the beer
the chicken wings
the jogs-called-runs
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