My baby blanket's blue satin fringe
is a pale remainder of sixty-five years ago.
The royal blue tassel
from high school graduation has grayed.
Marian's white wedding dress
is ivory now, almost tan.
My eyes change, brown/then green/now blue
as they reflect
my wife's hip-swaying walk,
gray hairs in my son's beard,
grandchildren's flushed faces,
friends now gone
who shimmer like a mirage in my mind's eye,
the red and gold of sunset
just over the hill.
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