Wednesday, July 22, 2020

#12 The Old Things Have Passed Away

Assessing elements of contradictions,
she measures her life by cigarette butts
tossed in an old can at the back door 
and layers of skin wrinkled with promises.
She who dared to confront the universe 
now accepts what comes with silence.
The past forgotten, everything is strange.
She found a crushed daisy 
on the sidewalk this morning.
The universe doesn't care.

1 comment:

flaubert said...

Oh, that is beautiful, Marianne. It is sad, yet, resolute.
Thanks for writing with me, my friend.

Love,

Pammy