Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Fragments On Aging (an unexpected poem)

how bittersweet can it get?
they give her their seats on the subway.

the bruise has faded, but the pain's still there.
and now no one says
you poor thing!  what happened?

sitting on the john
she plays connect-the-dots
with the age spots on her legs.

the crows' feet have stopped clawing:
they settle in and make themselves at home. 
she almost doesn't mind them.

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