poetry

A turn

 

The too sharp nose, the tuned chin, the turned up lip

frozen music in profile.

A note of a child,

hints at

the ephemera of beauty.

A cadence.

Then the woman

and, beyond balance,

the depth of color in a blond cheek

The grey eyes

The warm untouched hands

 

A turn of the head

changes everything.

Embarrasses

And stirs the moldering soul

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