Lost hopesWhere did they go to, the certainties?
Did they slip away unbidden
or did you push them out unknowing,
blind in a fog of age? Maybe a bursting retina
shook your tree, left you winded
on the knotty roots below, vaguely aware
that the sky had faded and the leaves had dropped
and covered your aching frame like a brittle shroud.
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