fine wine

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rehabbing the knee
and the tummy, too.

walking a mile or more
isn’t as painful as before.

Pantoprazoling a calendar
thirty days to see if
it needs to become more permanent.

two things I’ve had to
change in order to feel
relieved… commitment to
them hangs without care.

I’m learning that my plans
are planning to move me
out of their plan and really…
I’m okay with their decision.

I’m fine-wining my way
through life, collecting
compliments on how well
I’m aging…

if only they knew how
much effort it takes to
look and feel young.

the charmer and the charmed

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difficult… like a fitted sheet,
you’ve always been hard
to handle.
brutally honest with a
big heart–our similarities.

the differences tap-danced
all over us–you’d pussyfoot
around certain topics, choosing
to avoid what stared you
in the face, while I
can’t unsee things when
they’ve been seen.

we were destined to break.

the charmer and the charmed
can never be equal.

you knew that,
didn’t you?

action

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scheduled appointment with
the gastroenterologist
for unresolved digestive
issues…
this morning–while the air
prickles the skin.

I fast.
just in case.

a $50 copay was a near deterrent.
a costly handing over of coins
to be sure nothing is
there that shouldn’t be.

a choice that could break
most during this season.

isn’t it odd?
the lengths we’ll go to
find out why our bodies
decide what will continually
hurt us without our consent?

to seek answers when our
questions do nothing but
hover over us and cause
added grief…

I wonder what my late cousin,
Chrissy, would say about
my aging days…

I miss her advice–her steadying
hand and calm heart.

she’d probably be happy I’m
taking action and not
ignoring an obvious problem.

I’m known to be a runner
in my past life,
yet I’ve grown tired of
being in a hurry to get
nowhere.