A chunk of years just cracked from me
and fell away, leaving free
the face I knew when I was young,
the me that I remember.
Exposed and squinting in the sun
these bricks feel new with curliques
of frieze around my window eyes,
slanting into smile.
The while it's been since light got through
seems momentary now that I
bring memory to masonry and
animate my past
with present options, easy now
the choices free and flowing, knowing
now again what I did then
that this dudette abides.
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