Photo credit: rbrwr
Old women live without eating
leaning back fingernails
on the arms of their rockin’
chairs, printed in prayers
graved down as an argument;
here’s where they knock on wood.
Well at least they’ve been kept
impressed – consoled by
elderlies in a good deal
with death. In the lounge,
apostles feel their pressure,
choke back the tears,
pretend to be humming, till they
finally roll down all curtains.
Time’s a moment that seems to stir.
