salutations mrs. greenbody

she is old now, wth her withered fingers
she clips at flower stems and places them so neatly
into vases to make a slow extension of life with the flowers she can do
what, for herself, she cannot
but sometimes, on the stairsteps, drinking coffee, she tells us about her lovers and
how fine her life was
how many kisses graces her freckled young face
and what white beaches she's laid on, what hot
baths she's taken
and reminds us that if we're not careful, we'll be done before we start.

2004-06-22 | 9:09 p.m.
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