RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Stepping lightly with aging limbs and addled brains,
living experentially through causes and omens of
old age, never letting any of it come closer or become
you for an instant.
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Serenely protesting a lividness of aching desire
hidden away in pastimes of unequality.
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Quietly contemplating life going on around me,
sensing something happening inside, feeling it
churning, rolling, trying to decide whether or
not to make itself known.
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