Remembering

Shriveling up Like cooked bacon
Wrinkling thing
Softly woven
What fridgle skin
Dark eyes glassy
So unknowing
The days by nights
Utter no words
Weakening by most
Motionlessly
No time remote
Stir in mid-air
Silently Unknown
Glancing at hope
Suddenly tick
Flowingly knows
How strangely put
A miracle has cooked
It comes and goes
Remembering

Poem # 37
Idea May 5 1991
May 8/12 Miracles