The Pilgrimage, Book II: Part 22 / Phillip Neal Tippin

As the older brother
It is my responsibility
To grow older.

Until I write it
I can’t think past it.

I’ll wake and bathe in the air of the lake—
The lilies fuming in its break

Days filtered through age.

Grow a wizened trove,
More substance, less reference.



All poetry and supplementary material: copyright 2020-2022 by Phillip Neal Tippin. All rights reserved.

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