Changes
Why the face, neither long nor short?
A petite frame making her way
through seasons, a boat through a lock,
the clanging of machinery, the water rising
and here is where the party was held,
nothing left but a Dumpster full
of paper plates and plastic cups,
pictures and memories, a milestone
celebrated or maybe mourned.
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We celebrate lots of changes, don’t we. Yes.