Aging Together Poem by Richard George
Aging Together
Worn gold, fear not fresh plastic.
Each furrow reflects
a superhighway of desire blazed
into my landscape of neurons.
You, with the deepest roots, are my tallest tree.
It was at your equator
I began. My odyssey
through forest and savannah
has reached a plateau which,
because it is you now, becomes beautiful.
In twenty more years
I cross your snow line.
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5/10/2024 9:08:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I kind of guess from these words you write that you greatly admire the person you are talking about and are aiming to 'catch up' with him / her in wisdom or such like? Poetry riddles like this are irritating and yet enthraling. If I were inside your head I'd know the answers but until then (sometime never) please add footnotes so plebs like myself can understand you more.... Enjoyed the journey Ruth