Saturday, August 18, 2018

Embers


Her eyes are eager
and step still quick,
though time has claimed her swiftness
and dimmed her senses.

She folds to your work
effortlessly
like the creases of old gloves,
with holes and cold hands.

Neither can condone
that years of work
have both honed and worn away
the teamwork shared.

Those eyes are embers
of a grand past.
You see a faded photo
that your mind completes.

©Maria Amodei 2018