TheFeatherdSleep – Outsight – Insight
You saw your disintegration
In the shrouded reflection of a store window
Already losing custom
And for years prior
Women adjusted hose and children’s grubby faces wiped
In that smeared glass
It held
Decades
Like high cheekbones
Will shore up time in a beautiful face
I saw my eyes fail me
In the encroachment
Of some uninvited color
As if the sun
Greedy for attention
Had left a permanent marker
The doctor
With his accentless voice
And starched finger tips
Probing my retina
For answers like a tarot card reader
Will shuffle and cut her deck
Declared me blemished
Stained by time
Imperfect
Possibly going blind, wrapped in news print
And I laughed
The same laugh my grandma had
When terrible news was delivered
Along with cold dishes and
Empty seats where once our ancestors sat
Filling the roost of our quaking bones
Marking time and Advent
She would raise…
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