the hard handed surface of coping
sweet madness too soon reawakened
no knees to fall to
just despairs bitter taste
a hand on the shoulder of remorse
whispering empathy
evoking kindness from the soul
time snickers at us
as she too runs out
too tripped up in a dowager's own sort
of circumstance
to care enough to come back...........
(May 11, 2000 1015am)