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living elderly–
powering the pot plants
the moon moves on

living elderly–
the older songs
with all the words I know

living elderly–
stirred in the cups of tea
a leaf of mint

living elderly–
‘a spring thaw’
I whisper to the dog

living elderly–
how silently
dawn colours

living eldely–
licking at the autumn leaves
a tongue of the flames

living elderly–
a wrinkled ocean
washed in the sun

living elderly–
I think about the autumns
as carpets of gold

living elderly–
I consider butterflies
created by love