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she sits in a rocking chair going

back to the stories that charmed

her heart for hours, tales read in

the dim light of a child’s room

that shaped excitement with the

simple turn of a page, heroines

met in the woods, Cinderella losing

a shoe, God walking in garden, a

Pegasus in the sky pushing cotton

ball clouds, journeys to the bottom

of the sea, young boys chasing down

glory, and clocks with blind delight

relaxing the forward march of time.

in her aged imagination the entire world

is no more than a miniature country, a

lonely dwelling, the fading earth, a thing

meant to be vaguely understood. the seasons

speak to her now in long sentences that last

well into the night, they forget sometimes

to smile at her, but unafraid of all this change

the old woman simply waits for the future

always in the quiet room reaching for simple

plans and the warmth of light.