The Muscle are Worried only when the mind notices

Poesy plus Polemics

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The hot tub lifts away stress

Pulled from my worried muscles

By pulsing polite fingers

I can see its quivered emanation

Drift up and away within

Curling vapors of steam

Or is that the rueful ghost

Of youth incompletely spent

Still possessed of some warmth

Fleeing these cold creaking bones

In search of some better host

Who might live it more fully

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