what though i never get my figure back

What though I never get my figure back
or youth incapable of flight
I ground down to this chair
and tipple in
the orchards of the living room set to fair.
A moment then, a moment
and the whole sky opened up
before me O look a sunset, darling
oh do
let's get out and film it;
I was afraid
beyond telling of fear
the shanks gave way
and the morning a fresh white vision
that held such absolute promise
lost, strove to regain and lost
forever
ah, these sad reposes.

written early 1981

© John Close