srstowers

a one-sentence poem

Image by Kanenori from Pixabay

It is more than sunshine
that makes me squint,
fine lines gathered —

like footpaths
worn by rebels
for whom the sidewalk
is too akin
to death and taxes
and working for
the bloody man —

about my eyes,
and the age you see
illuminated by the morning’s
insistent light
is more than just
accumulated…

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srstowers

srstowers

I’m Sheila, a goat farmer, poet, cat nerd, co-editor of Boomers, Bitches, and Babes