Poem: "A Position of Defeat 22"
22.
crushing the
burntout sun under my heel
i stomp both
feet to get the blood flowing
the trees are
stuck between dying and growing
the water is
too weak against the wheel
the women on
the exercise machines
are back
after a guilty hiatus
the men are flexing
their deltoideus
pumped up by
growth-enhancement vitamins
they chase
an image of their sunny youth
receding
further even as they strive
they age at
twenty-four or twenty-five
the trees
are pushing north while heading south
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