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a glimpse

by  ccatherine

Posted: Monday, March 2, 2009
Word Count: 61

Extreme age showed
etched on his face
an atlas of crevaces
mapping existence that had
moved through eons

He winced against pain
his wizened body stooped
from too many steps
to too many notes

as if to fall
he edges along the tightrope path
once secure
a tear glistens
as he reminises
he once walked home from the station