I think to myself as I watch her bare calves cross
this way and that.
Head held in arrogance, she walks away
to toil in what will forever remain unfinished,
her work,
and I am left in the sun, by the water, under His wing.
My boots crinkle as an elder woman's smile lines reveal her beautiful years,
the clouds look like pictures,
I let the concrete burn itself into my palms.
Something tickles my thumb- I
jolt, smack, shriek. Remove
an old boot to annihilate
an infinite foe.
He escapes.
Lurking in the shadows,
blending in with the background,
he hides silently behind me.
My enemy
awaiting his future pounce.
I thwart him by holding my attentions hostage,
watching the pictures sail on above me,
the trees whisper wisdom as the sun seeps into my pores,
into my emotions,
and I am whole.
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