I’d never seen that look
Despite seeing her on every
Page, the thinking of everyone
Long dead, whatever living
On the edge might mean --
Out on the fringe of what
Was known, what suspected.
Great swirls of yellow
And orange, a veil
I slithered past and there
Beside me the latest book
I was reading, she stood
Staring down at hands that
Had once been graceful
And fine but were now
Gnarled from grasping
More life for my sake.
She turned with a smile
That should have persuaded
Me she was drowning
In agony’s seas.
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