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Time Leaves No Shadow

Climbing the stairway to old

Sundial Timeage, physical therapy

loosens the bone; there’s fiber

for the innards, and wine

to pink up the cheeks. Weeding

before coffee is a neighborly

chat, and jaunts in the ‘hood are

quick as a plowboy’s gait.

Technicians admire my sandals and

fire engine toes. The doctor

says for someone my age I am hardy

and adjusting well. Should I

blush or cry? Time leaves no shadow.

Before he leaves the talking

room, I square up my shoulders and

purr in a long‐ago voice that

despite a mythic age there dwells

within a jitterbug champ keening

pertly at the Big Band sound.

 

Photo of sundial courtesy Kevan Davis, flickr/kevandotorg (CC BY‐NC 2.0)

Sunshine F. Branner lives in Alexandria, Va.


Posted in: October 2013: On Aging, Poetry
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