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Unbuckled By Angels
We're all wearing straitjackets
Whether from madness or not
For nature has us by the balls
From our swaddling in the cot
The past is a potent constraint
Not canvas and straps of leather
It dictates what's a personality
By a life-long, iron-clad tether
Shackles of love and desire are
Merciless in their subtle grip
Marriage ties bind us with ropes
No hide-b...
Saturday 7th November 2020 10:49 am
The joy of fading memory
`
gnarly fingers
veil his face,
skin thin and crusty
at spots:
splotched parchment
of years in the sun
water
cascades
from his forehead to
his chin
then meets gravity;
raindrops
through his soil-grimed
singlet, jeans and boots;
hours of toil
simmer away
in rivulets
of forgetfulness.
`
Photo by Eric Kaufman, NC
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