DocAndersen
The evolution of change
and the memory of the things we once
still?
held so closely dear.
Can you see it?
There in the darkness around the edge?
A memory of what was?
No
It is a moment of what was.
A teasing drawing breath
Lying to the world
as it rasps and wheezes
do you see it?
Do you see the age?
The yellow crinkled age?
Is it still there now?
The age?
Do you see it?
