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Survival frames from outside in-

gird by outer stress,

fears inside cower safe

a nurtured life facade.

Survival brain protects and stands

against, and never for.

Safe until the moon sets long-

a quiet tremor felt,

the winds subside,

a sigh is heard,

before you fall apart..

65

More years behind than ahead

Tomorrow with no lasting definitions or weight

Just a wall of trees guiding the way home

kissed by too many suns.

A touch of grace

to have and to hold

this day beginning to end….

Leaving

I saw it whipped

waving above

nearly alone

holding on.

I saw the cords

life surging on

from ground to stem attached.

Then off balance

in twinkling light

I heard a breath

release…

past all the others hanging still

a twirl and dance, a northern front

leaving ties

the shackles gone

and falling free at last.