Growing

When I was a boy

When a day was an age and a week was forever

The apples on the tree

Growing

In Spring to Summer

Took so yawning long to grow

I did not could not

Notice their growing

But now that I am

Old

In Spring to Summer

Leaves unfurl

Growing their

Opening morning orans hands

Flowers burn

Growing

Fast as patriot sparklers

And the blossom's womb

Growing

Fat apple fat in an exhaled breath

Which is why

To my surprise

Being Old

Feels so very

Alive