ARR 1988 - Flipbook - Page 117
Imminence
My hands are old today.
StrangeThey weren't old yesterday.
Now they have
loose, criss-crossed
skin, dry and thin.
Even the undersides are etched,
fine lines, marking time.
If age leaps on like a random sneak,
what withers next? My tongue in cheek?
Peggy N . Weseloh
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