Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Tag: Aging
Clench
Where have these old hands come from? For my wrists are still young With smooth brown skin Underneath layers of long sleeves Tucked inside cuffs of fabric Protected from abrasion Firm wrists, supple, yes Now, attached to deserts—hands Showing ripples from sands… Continue Reading “Clench”
Polyrhythm
Our bodies move between layers Like leaves, who dance beneath Aggressive heat….waiting…. For the bite of upcoming chill Who consumes, as it always will Our cycle of touch and thought Bending our tired sinews caught In ignorance of the ground Soon to lie upon.… Continue Reading “Polyrhythm”
Faded Blouse
We take the blouse (Forbidden by mothers Unknown by fathers) From out our school backpacks Hurriedly Tucking our slimness, Or the semblance of slimness Into the new shell Over naïve shoulders Behind the large shade of the neglected tree In case someone’s looking… Continue Reading “Faded Blouse”
Whitman’s Leaves
New city’s children Too early for maturity Play upon sheen, oily pavement Dancing on calloused feet Barely feeling the heated gravel Until broken glass reminds them They are to grow up Before their time, Before any time…and Feed the gullet of infrastructure Picked… Continue Reading “Whitman’s Leaves”
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