She doesn’t use cream

on her elbows

they are dry and perpendicular

in their neglect

I can loop my fingers

their circumference

smaller than a child’s

she has dark shadows

beneath her

even when she smiles

I am

unable to

stop looking

an egg shell

fallen in perfect half





5 Replies to “Still”

  1. Time does have it’s way
    With skin, muscle, bone, and blood
    So, isn’t it strange that
    Even so, or in spite of all that
    Or in defiance,
    Or emerging from
    A beauty glows
    Perfect in it’s way
    And captivating?
    Spell cast by the crone

  2. Oh I like this more than mine! One of your best, especially those first two lines! Brava Rob!

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