The thin skin
inside the bend of
the aging elbow
throbs with the beat of
staying alive,
advancing,
receding,
collecting itself,
davening, drumming the rhythm
of the fundamental prayer,
alive against the odds.
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A wondrous write. I find it difficult to stop reading it, which I have done several times.
Kind regards
Anna :o]
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