well you know what i mean...don't ya?
japanese fan dances
when did it happen?
this way I look
spots and dots
sagging places
time erases the
fullness of muscle
if only bustles where in style
I'd hide away and smile
behind a hand fan
perhaps one painted in Japan
any way you look at me
I'm just old
or perhaps older than I was
when I was younger
and hungered for wisdom
but it came wrapped in loose fat
marbled and dented
in this body which is, after all,
just rented for this dance
of my life
~~~~
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2009-05-09 at 22:01
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