fresh
and alive.
rosy cheeks, and bright.
she wears
me out both
morning, noon
and night.
my doctor writes me
a prescription
to keep in the game.
it's not quite
a May and December situation,
but close enough.
she laughs
at my music choices.
the Beatles and Dylan,
Sinatra
and such.
let's go dancing she says.
let's go
on a hike,
go sky diving, go deep
sea
fishing.
let's arm wrestle.
tomorrow, i tell her.
but today
i need to go shopping,
i need a new bell
and basket for my
bike.
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