An Elderly Lady I Know
Copyright 2022 by Michael Walker
Her eyes
Those rapacious
Cave dwellers
Hunt for more light
As the sun prepares
To take
Its final bow
They hunt
For a bloom child
Of flowers
Something she never grew
In all her
Many
Window boxes.
She craves
More paintings
More quilts
More
LIGHT
But bats have come
To roost
In her eyes
Rain...
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