Dad Is Moving Slower, Mom Is Getting Chubby Poem by Chuy Amante

The last few laps are passing
them by quickly.
More rain, the noise is diminishing,
their shoes are wearing thin,
the sun is heading toward the sea,
the race will end
soon than later
they don't need bodies
much longer.

They are One swirl
lifting upward
braided perfectly,
beyond words,
passed the clouds
upward.
Going on a picnic
perhaps with old
friends
maybe Jesus will
multiply the wine,
bread and fish.
Jimi may play the guitar

excuse me while I kiss the sky,
while I see a golden ship passing
by, no it's a chariot
of fire

Zeus is the driver
there are two seats available
it's been great
and getting
greater