Quiet Noise of Aging

Scant luncheon diners

Their muted conversations

Just insufficient

Even with the mood music

To suppress my tinnitus

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Fractured Gems

Pedestals again

Thrust themselves to the forefront.

Must one be flawless

To warrant veneration,

Or is human good enough?

~

When humanity 

Struggles to be their best selves

Despite many flaws,

This is the heroism

That warrants veneration.

~

If our heroes must

Be alabaster figures,

They will not be found

Lest we manufacture them

And plaster them with whitewash.

Works in Progress

Oh, how time has flown,

These five years, since your passing.

And yet, much remains

As it was before you left;

Consistently progressing.

~~

Not that you would know;

So invested, as you were,

In the status quo.

~~

Wait! That last harsh barb,

So bitter and unworthy,

Harkens back to grimmer times;

Long buried seething fury.

~~

So, the status quo

Remains beneath the surface

Like long neglected hunger.

~

I suppose healing

Sojourns can consume lifetimes;

And perhaps, even longer.