I have not aged in memory,
although limitations have exceeded desires.
I no longer dwell on possibilities for they are not realistic; instead,
I cast a mental line far out into a pool of thought and I wait.
When you see me, this is how
I’ll be found – waiting. I can attend to
your conversation, but admittedly in part only, for I must remain sharp and
ready at any moment for the slightest tug from a fresh idea.
Should I reel one in of
sizeable import you may take my photograph with it –
here at the end of the
pier.
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