the label reads post-menopausal female,
though my style, neoclassical street urchin, is nuanced.
i am human, and stumbly;
a cautionary tale in progress that i hope proves my point.
like the rest of you, i stare into screens in search of
what was the question?
this, i can tell you truthfully: the late-day january sky is cobalt blue
cumulus clouds backlit gold, like maxfield parrish.
i suddenly remember, and can’t begin to explain,
how it felt, to fall in love with light.
Loved this, Laura!