The afternoon may dwindle
From that mother of pearl moment
Stars, like a thousand pin pricks
Shine on the wizened
As well as the plastic army of facelifts
Overgrown moments exchange time
With the fading petals of the best named rose
The contour of our world is changing
Notch up one for the Universe
The only one who knows what it is doing…
© Anita Dawes 2021
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