Wednesday, October 12, 2011


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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