by Lisa O’Neil Guerci
is a beautiful thing,
not to be set aside
in some future ‘somewhere’.
Seeds to sagacious seasons…
in rutted hands
and the rivulets of smile lines
on the landscape
of a face that has lived.
is the graceful, grateful letting go, as russet leaves do
when they fall from sturdy limbs which have held storms
and the tiny nests of youth
is the burnished gold of wisdom,
grapes to mellowed maturity-
the smoothest wine
is the warm blood
held in the weighty goblet of body
is all that is learned,
is the ancient relics
housing hidden birthplaces
in sacred spaces.
The discovered and undiscovered.
is a museums of memories, strong and fragile both,
is an attic~
scented with time,
and the dusty decades of knowledge.
is a library;
the rich mahogany shelves of which topple with antique books
and the voice of words
etched and echoing
in the deep grooves of the beautifully aging,
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