centenarian by Anyssa Kim
centenarianby Anyssa Kim
his woodgrained face
of aged cork dry wine
poured forth from lips crimson
cranberry twinkle and
cherry blossom eyebrows
crinkled just so almost sour-sweet
taste of afternoon strokes
knobby knuckles on park bench
holding on for dear life, brace
against sharp young blades
ripping by gee! whiz, peripheral
blurs an overindulgent second
of exploding sparrow branches
intoxicating him again
with whiplash