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Dogs 2016

TRANQUIL WATERS
(12/1/16)

past
a certain
age

the thrill
disappears

but so
does
the dread

life
becomes simply
a matter
of logistics

items
to be checked
from a list

there is
no sense
of accomplishment
when they're
done

only
a respite
before
the next
to dos
are written

we settle
for a slight
contentment
for the good

a minor
anxiety
for the bad

our emotional
ripples
settled

concentric echoes
dispersed upon
this pond
of existence

reduced
from the stone
splash
of our birth

until hardly
a floating
leaf
is disturbed