Old woman
body sags
eyes dull
hearing wavers
songs all sung
slipping off to sleep
Crone
with crinkling smile
among deep canyons
of life lived
piercing eyes
see into your soul
touching
the place of knowing
she wanders the garden
talking to the moon
feeding on the nectar
of the wild ones
Which one do you want
I'll take the crone, please
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