See?
These are my wrinkles.
They may be the evidence
that I’ve been here a while
trying to get it right –
laughing,
crying,
standing in wind
and rain
and streaming sun,
squinting to see you clearly.
Then again,
they may be the neat creases
of Time
as it makes me,
folded,
formed
and maybe
(just maybe)
finally finished.
Or
they may be
the natural seams
that come
as I condense
and cure
to the
essence
of myself.
Heather Burton
March 14, 2011
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