Pagosa Springs Artists

Gravitas

Gravity tugs

relentlessly

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,

circumstances

all insisting,

life at seventy

turns gravelly,

gutteral, gravid,

a gravamen

 

first published in Lullwater Review

©2014 Bonnie Manion

   

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