they lie face to face
with gravity forgotten
forehead touching forehead
left foot touching right
each waiting silent
for the other to open their eyes
body
if the brain
if the brain is the locus of thinking
the belly the organ of loss
the heart must be focussed on loving and leaving
approaching mountains to conquer and bridges to cross
Night sounds
Creak.
Thump.
Tinkle.
Knees, heart and other night sounds as old age gets up in the dark.
How old?
The clock said his head was in his fifties.
The doc said his body was in his thirties.
But his heart? Oh, when he saw her, it was a teenager’s again.
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