How to Bow

Those long black streaks are gone,
replaced by ivy-green smears
from top to bottom,
as time drains the virility from everything.

The squinting faces have moved on
from pictures you flipped through
Sunday mornings
at the table, in the way you moved

Those old men have bowed their last,
taken themselves and their wrinkled faces
off the face of the earth
beyond the sharpness of leaning forward,

laugh…

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