Pagosa Springs Artists


Gravity tugs


at my chin and

elbows, knees

and my breasts


Unerringly pulls at

apples and walnuts,

at meteors, missles

and parachutists


At tree leaves

and dead limbs,

rocket ships

and past sins


In voice, whims,


all insisting,

life at seventy

turns gravelly,

gutteral, gravid,

a gravamen


first published in Lullwater Review

©2014 Bonnie Manion


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