#463. weathered

March 10, 2011

i am walking 
along the river
gone down again
to the sweet wrack 
and wreck of beauty 
and water raining upon 
my brown hat gone grey 
as my hair is going into the
new strength of my daily age 

who cares about the aches and pains
moving fast towards new rivers

3 Responses to “#463. weathered”

  1. slpmartin said

    I wonder about who cares also as I grow older…not sure there are many folks…enjoyed the poem.

  2. ebbtide said

    weathered… love that word… don’t love feeling it

    good one

  3. Evelyn said

    very strong
    “my brown hat gone grey
    as my hair is going”
    I love the whole thing, but these two lines…
    seems sad and familiar

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