Friday, August 28, 2020

Yeah, Lights


       appeared in Poetry Ink.

This woman who is 93, she swears
That she was young once.  Silly as she seems,
She now claims she has been your age and danced
Under a fairy moon, whatever that is,
Some same-sex astronomical effect
Of medication, Alzheimer’s, and pain,
Perhaps.  She says she has the photographs
To back it up, but boxed away; she’s left
Them all to you because you’ll understand--
She told me just this morning.  Being young,
You know what colored lights can do and dresses
That crinkle when they’re touched by the right hands.
That’s what she said.  Talk about touched.  She said
She wishes fairy lights for you.  Yeah, right.

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