Age brings me closer to Oz,
so oil me up with ibuprofen
against the stiffness and rust of years
where muscle aches measure days
as fatigue corrodes desire.
Love given by friends lubricates time,
grows the heart, spawns
an afterlife in living hearts
lest the soul predecease the body
since tin does not rust.
Joyfully I move toward the emerald
glow, horizon of dreams
where I might trip over a rainbow.
Eagerly I’ll pull back the curtain
and find whatever is to be found.
