you find you are losing your life
first the morning fills up with
wrong numbers and cold coffee
then you try again to read about
the old Greeks was there another
people more the youth of the world
the rich young men of Athens and Sparta
Socrates’ students then the afternoon
lumbers around the yard refusing
to come indoors for crying
and finally twilight and night
vacant elegant equestrians
nudge you with their noses
as you fall asleep
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