In the middle of the day
light’s damp lid
presses on the old woman
She hobbles
with swollen joints
along broken sidewalks
The wind punctures her skin
Wet light flares
as children streak by
The old woman pulls in
wobbles and continues
The city is too alive for her
She stops again
A rugged wind lifts debris
scatters it about her feet
She looks down at scuffed shoes
then looks up
Her expression is an empty slate
because so much is erased
from her life
I watch her stand there as if hollow
Holding
hands a young couple
strolls
by
The old
woman seems invisible
then she struggles
on
until
distance blurs her
erases her
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from my sixth book-length manuscript
©dah / dahlusion 2015 all rights reserved
"Old Woman" was first published in
'Eat Sleep Write'
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