Older than prime
Cracked and jagged like seasoned wood.
Memories of seaweed
Textured seachange
Memories of wine
Preserving
Yesterday’s pristine youth
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He wears his years on his face
A thoughtful life
Of joy and loss
Of found words
Imaginary treasures
Half in love with a poet’s solace
Half transported by music
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Yesterday and tomorrow
Don’t live here
I don’t know him and never will
But I wish I did
Jane Virgo ©
“Of found words,” like it has forever slipped on the tips of our tongues. 🙂