Out and About, In the Public Eye


Pock-marked and ashen, crater covered,
Her face was framed by corrugated hair.

Gesticulating mildly, she made her
Presence felt as she fumbled for her fare.

I wondered who would offer to assist her,
When a woman, younger by some years,
Got up and guided her into a seat.

Spread-leggèd, still trembling with exertion,
Her great grey coat concealing bony limbs,
She fixed me with a marble stare, as if to say,

         `I'm older than you know,
And yes, I am not pleasing to your eye,
But I'll be damned if I am ready yet to die!'


©2016 Michael Fraley




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