Women in the Photograph
Women in the photograph
Do not smile and do not laugh.
“Bones,” they croak, “are fine when brown.
Can we buy some in your town?”
Skin of language, weight of air,
Ravens weaving patterns there
In the presence of your friends—
See the way the sunlight bends?
Poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Posted on March 31, 2019, in Poetry Pantry, Poets United, Sunday's Whirligig and tagged air, bones, brown, fine, friends, language, photograph, presence, skin, sunlight, weight, women. Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.