The clock climbs over
curves of a year
too quickly
closing the window of
fantasy
a little farther
with every added
candle
…pushing Future to Past
in shortcuts
it seems.
Dreams
follow the sky
that has fallen over
her dusk
nigh fifty years
its dust stoking the
light in her eyes
occasionally
or
is it tears?
Once upon a time
air was enough
to lure her to life’s
dance-floor,
tossing caution to
tomorrow
tipping the glass of
freedom
daring to drink
too much
…no regrets
Bests have humbled
her.
Tests have taught her.
Stumbles and fumbles
her legacy
as she reaches for
the sky
and learns to fly.
Perhaps
she has never been
wooed
completely
but she has been
loved
and blessed
…her heart broken
Once
© Janet Martin
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