with Mark Howard
Middle aged man
Bottle of gin
Label luminesces
On pale skin
Down the length of an arm
That holds him at bay
The ink faded fields
The tussocks of gray
An equinox is broken
By dint of winter sky
Foreground, the distant lens
Rends his glassy eyes
This man you met in his middle age
Back in the middle of your life
© Brendan Bonsack & Mark Howard
October 2015