Stint
Hanging by a stint
this morning.
I can kid myself
no more.
The frequent rests,
the loss of breath.
don't lessen but
increase.
I could plot the curve,
divine the date, but
found it more agreeable,
in a Native American way,
to welcome each day
as a gift.
Copyright © Ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2017
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