Monday, September 29, 2014

Headline Poem 9/29/14 -- She


Smooth white face, 
once decayed,
she creeps in to all
hours of the day. 
Her wide nose,
a ladder, 
to a window 
on the perch 
of a reconstructed soul.
She knows. 
Her eyes 
are sparkling and stark. 
In pictures it is clear 
she was with you, 
even if you weren't 
Dark, forced smiles,
have started to disappear -- 
this     is the 
clearest she's 
been in years.