by Amy Cavanaugh
The couple stands still –
Hand-drawn
And perky like dawn.
Femininity had silently signed
The brown paper-like frame
Into her own –
Using her signature
Nail-polish-painted red rose
And almost cherry lipstick.
Age has her black hair
Up in twin buns –
Almost a couple themselves.
Rage manages –
Somehow
To sneak no peek at their youthful essence.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am a current undergraduate student working toward a career as a professional astronomer and poet., I have been writing poems by hand, and by typing, since before college. Each year brings me closer to publishing them.
Last updated June 17, 2011