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
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