Nun at the Retreat Center
Nun at the Retreat Center
Her hair is wet in the morning
but the showers are dry–
Too modest to undress
in a strange place?
Gray-haired, quiet and mousey
slight and bent,
her tan slacks have a crisp crease.
She combs her hair with a small
curved comb–the kind women
wore in their hair in a past
century. It must feel like
raking, pulling it through
thinning locks atop
her white scalp.
She’s leaving today,
wants to look nice
for her departure.
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The framing stanzas set off an uncomfortably clear middle stanza. Thanks for the curved comb detail.
You see her being so private.