Lost hopes

Where 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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