My Beautiful Older Body
Mirror Passage
Blind Date with the me-her
Really stopping, really staring
Bark shadows next to wringle sunbeams
testimony to dusk-dawns lived and lingered
Really stopping, really stilling
Hands trace the familiar lines of the me-her face
years gone by flash through blue eye finger strips
Really stopping, really surrendering
Loving arms hang by my side and I smile at me-her
a certain knowing, a certain long shadow solitude
Really stopping, really simply loving
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