Monday, August 4, 2008

43. Old

(After seeing a photo of an old woman holding
a photo of herself when young)

I was beautiful
and sat beautiful
horses on beautiful days.
Thru parks of people
who greeted me
in recognition of my beauty.

On stage, at the end of
my performance, the sound
of clapping embraced me
in gladding affirmation.

Yesterday I became old
with slow needs
and memories of beauty.

Today, an old man winked at me
in memory of my beauty.
In gladding affirmation.