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Aging
Twilight is lighting her candles,
a rose in her hair.
Waves splutter, slump
beneath the moon.
You kick a stone from your sandles
with smooth, quiet flare.
I run ahead and sink
behind the dune.
Dripping with salt, my age
is straddling my waist. Time
is digging in with sandles
in the sand on my face. Deep
laughing moles of memories
catch my eye and I,
leaning down to watch the sea-snails,
give away the race.
Take it and run....
Drunken mosquito, Infinity
lands on my lip.
Life falls in blossoms
blushing, still with bloom.
Aging, I'm aging...
-Betina Hershey