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
This intrigues me muchly!
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