Cindy Savett Aging

Shaded once with vigor, time paints my
skin thick gray - its cunning rushes into
the hazy congregation of crumbled
blooms, it arrests my
raspy voice.

I wrap longing’s banner above my cause –

to seize infancy’s leafy instant by the span,
stretch of my intent

to whirl among the night’s
advances eager for my youth (Rachel’s
rival) to prevail

and strike the writhing that wrenches me toward
my grave, that fixes fate to breed
in the sound of my feet.

I am an imposter,
I thrust forward my bounty
of delusions.


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