© 2008
Wrinkles appear; pronounced.
Her epoch hands
surround a tranquil valley.
Dingy nylons sag
Around the waist
of barren foothills.
Cotton. Old jewelry.
Clings tightly to fading
Bronzed skin.
Rose buds covet lingering
pink – a silken sleep
is coming. The wind is waltzing
Pinning gray hair back.
Having already packed
And moved away
to Arizona. Returning next year
Fingernails painted green
to cradle her tender valley.
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