Another Aging Opportunity Had Passed

early in the morning
i will miss
the first glimpse of
sunrise

the birds are
filled with fidelity
to sing

leaves are always
dew laden
glittering

the white dog wags
its tail to the door
that is opened

the licking of the feet
is one monotonous ritual
but it gives the
boost just the same

life in a box
sequences in routine
like the way
we always make love
mix it sometimes with
prolonged patience
and sound sleep
after

seemingly the world
goes out
subconscious subterranean
streams
like an underground river
imaging memories
in stalactites and
stalagmites
down far
north

another year
a little bit bitter
but in sum
sweet, filled with cares
love lavished
ravishing flesh
and bones getting brittle
with sense

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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