"Duality"

Sheila Kenyon


She looks in
to the glass
catching glimpses of fine lines
tracking tears down her face

around her ears
gray hairs curl
persistently seeking the light
whisper-thin rays of laughter
surround her eyes.

I look back
assessing
searching for lost dreams.

The carousel turns

She looks again
searching
for the yet unattained.

Wanting.

What does she expect?

If she's disappointed, too bad
It's not easy grasping the brass ring.


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