Rusted and ropy, dog-eared old copy,
Vintage and classic, or just plain Jurassic:
All words to describe me.

Relaxed in the knowledge that happily present
Are all things to sustain me, nurture and claim me:
Roll back the mileage.

You have settled beside me, to the far and the wide of me.
A matter of choosing, of finding and losing,
On the rough ride with me.

Take whisky with water, kick stones down the gutter.
Think back to long days with stale breath recycled in me face.
Rattling through airways--plastic on cold trays.
Watching through windows, deep landscapes below
Await another time and s___e.

There must come some time to walk through the night line,
Hands tight, heads high. These are the dog-ear years.
Don't turn back; don't linger. For God's sake, keep moving.
Primitive shadows sidle beside.

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