LIFE AT FORTY
She rested
in his arms, her
hair all-a-tousled;
blush of love
still on her cheeks.
“You’re a vision”
he said.
Smiling,
she remembered
how invisible
she felt
at sixteen.
2013-08-28
P. Wanken
Written for Poetic Asides #234: Vision
echoes from the silence 