I have been having growing pains,
showing gains but gaining strains.
And these strains strand,
thread, then fray their way
through my being
and I’m seeing that spring is fleeing
but not giving way to summer.
grabs on to fistfuls of poetry and prose
and carries quotes in ink in skin
or with the loose change in pockets,
moments trapped in lockets.
Anything seemingly secure
that some things can stand still.