Old age
Tastes of memory,
-of snowflakes
and Guiness -
frosty syrup softening
December gray of hair
and dreams
Warming waning bones.
Wrapped,
Tinseled,
Beribboned and bestrewn
In cloves and wistfulness
Wrinkling sated tongue with
dusk’s sweet grief
A gleam on papery skin
-So thin-
that blood and breath
mingle in a singular sigh
So brief replete.
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Jacqueline