Number 11s

Railroaded time in tracks
‘twixt my eyes – the trip to 59.

Daily squints, become grooves with
ties to hindsight – sometimes –

but no regrets not even when
the twin in the mirror thickens

and I flinch at the nicks of time
and the span that lies

between the 11s, the age
I don’t feel inside.

 

 

 

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Number 11s

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