Lines of time

Lake Superior Sunset

Lines scribbled

on wrinkled pages.

Lines riddled

on wrinkled faces.

Times march relentless.

Stories told in colored ink.

Once young and scared,

we blink

at our reflections.

Still bright eyes

hold memories deep.

Life half lived.

Twilight comes.

Sunset colors seep.

Shedding armor,

ill fitting, too tight.

We embrace our nakedness,

and dance into the night.

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