behind her: 84 years of bone, sinew, heart,
muscles and hair; she's trapped in a dog's body;

she creaked without noise, as three orbits
on the rug, allowed her to lie down. i watched
centuries of genetics exercised in front of me.

in a no-worry world she is central to the play;
then there is the stage, scenery, cues, lights.

she notices none as the lane of life for her
is an awarenesss, that of a teenager, wearing
a dress of Naivete laced with heart-throbs.

10/16/2011

Posted on 10/16/2011
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