The signs of slowing down are, strategically
placed around broad, icy shoulder ramps.
For duty’s sake: A Matte finish suits them,
non reflective by my contemporary condition.
We never see the gray stumps coming.
How large print travels, on the charcoal
backdrop of Route 93 South.
I no-longer squint back with rage in my heart.
<For my heart rages no-longer/No longer in the tooth>
-—-squint Weasel. back broken. with
For every one and other day not spent whistling
and nursing a broken hip, I screamed and spied at green spies on green grass.
And all those hills. who have since married. and changed their names.