I want the same ease I wish for
you, you moving gracefully through spaces
hips fluid, bursars uninflamed, not a care for
the separate will of joints and joint
spaces.
I want to move with such insouciance...
Instead I groan getting up, make noises
like death throes, prayer for respite.
Can I meet you soon? Somewhere
halfway up the hill
but not over.
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