Sunday, February 10, 2013


Life’s changes create

Strange bendings

In the road

Willingness to unfold

Unwending of woes

Unbinding of blows

Sister to sister

I stare at my old face

I see what she was

Her sorrow and passion

I know what she does

and doesn’t -what fashion

Her delights take

What seasons her nights

I creep past her quiet

And into her busy

Her mind all buzzy

And see out her eye holes

That mask of fool’s gold

Now I slip in and out

Like a ghost or a cipher

Giggles I stifle   

But secretly boast

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