in the cave, by the fountain


the dark shadow
lying prone
dreary linoleum
enlivened by golden sunlight streaming into the open window your arms
open its broad hands soft cannellini beans
a stark proposition
to give up the old passions for a lifetime sunbathing sipping on something cool and
living memories one always cannot but recognize as illegitimate
death's final winning move
running quixotic from exhaustion
and every opponent
a worthy one.