Flying Into Fall


Sometimes I go out,
my fly,
wide open;

most times,
I won’t catch it,
at all!

perhaps, it’s a stretch
of old imagination,
or hoping,

it’s a Freudian Slip –
not Fall.

But aging is different,
by old and tired bodies;

raging Young archetypes
spring forth and then fall.

And a fly, wide open,
is loss of the biceps;

and the mind,
as a sign
of recall.

©Marvin Loyd Welborn 2011
revised 20 February 2013; 16 July 2015.

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