Birthday Mosaic 40

I tried to dodge
The rainbow of time
Arching at my ankles
Framing my convictions
Or lack thereof
Masking a flurry of reflection
But I had to succumb
Revel
  in its wrinkled mastery
Crumble
  at its shuffling strength
Nestle
  in its comfortable sagging lap
A plethora of pathetic pastels
Bravura wisdom
Sappy sentiment
Like a magnificent fumbling mammoth
Parading on my day
Fading to grey
Leaving me stranded
In the peculiar shadow of palliative youth

Printed in the literary journal The Toronto Quarterly – Issue Five, Spring 2010

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