I am an unkept garden.
A dandelion wild weed
finding a place to grow
among stones.
Yellow hair fading
to white tufts hasn’t
softened my brash or
kept me from dancing
on music notes only I can hear.
Aging into silence…not hardly…
slipping away gracefully…never…
I’m a million star seeds
waiting to grow a universe.
Night may hound me, chase me
to the grave, but what wisdom
I’ve gained will remain in inky words
scattered in the wind.
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