Member Poem

Biographies might be linear; one's life is anything but.
Each day's aches become more real, announcing
themselves with ever-pronounced authority
although, while ease of movement slows
under the crushing heel of the element
of surprise, we greet age, an artist
painting with pain. Time smooths
and erodes youth into ever-
wilting sarcodes, a fading
polaroid making the
dragon a fly, but un-
like the stages of
that creature's
diaphonous
lives, we are
not given
anymore
tries.