http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2011/10/midnight-snack-006.html
Snack #2...
Beneath ivory exterior
She knows she's still there
Lies spill from the mirror
In a petulant stare
In youth’s out-stretched verdure
It is easy to dance
Earth’s ballroom a meadow
Of infinite chance
She hears the austerity
Of fall ‘neath her feet
The fruit of maturity
Is bittersweet
Girl becomes woman
At least in her skin
Will she be the dancer
Or grief’s mannequin?
Janet Martin
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