A Celebration Of Opposing Poles

Life humbles us all in time.

or

We are all humbled by life in time.

An Afternoon in Manhattan Beach

Bodies drying off,

bare feet

touching backyard

pavement

as uneaten food

and empty bottles

of beer wait

for disposal.

A familiar scene

played out in

homes everywhere

young people are found.

The celebration?

Youth and life itself.

Inevitable Fate

An old photograph

fading into nothing,

yellowed by its existence.

Was this worth remembering?

Was this worth preserving?

A precious moment lost

to the years since gone.

A dusty light catches 

on possessions

forgotten by people 

long gone senile

through no doing

of their own.

The air reeks of age

and quaint notions

of civility 

done away by the 

encroaching 

digitization of human 

life.  In a bedroom

with curtains drawn

in the afternoon gaze,

a set of wizened lungs

keeps alive the last vestiges

of a time that will soon

be forgotten.