How the flesh resurrects itself
when it sags and wrinkles.
an old, antique woman now,
she looks in the mirror and sees
a resurgence of flesh and heart.
She places a gold barrette into
her long, dark hair, smiles so that
each dimple shows. Her eyes reveal
a glimmer of the smart business
woman she was. She looks down
at her slim fingers, perfect for
the sonatas she played at Carnegie.
The scents she recognizes are
rose, Endust, Oil of Olay.
This is the way out of the world.
One last look back and she’d
see a ghost.

01/15/2006

Posted on 01/15/2006
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