the walker, bends,
her lycra-clad hips,
to check her addidas laces.
she has walked,
many, many miles
in this life.
all, in the pursuit,
of the, body beautiful.
and now, has the
musculsture,
of an aged chicken.
all string and rope,
under sagging skin.
she breathes deeply,
sips, from a metalic bottle
and begins,
the downward journey,
into the unenviable,
inevitablity of ageing.
she smiles and
gives me a cheery wave,
as she passes on by.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC
the walker, bends,
her lycra-clad hips,
to check her addidas laces.
she has walked,
many, many miles
in this life.
all, in the pursuit,
of the, body beautiful.
and now, has the
musculsture,
of an aged chicken.
all string and rope,
under sagging skin.
she breathes deeply,
sips, from a metalic bottle
and begins,
the downward journey,
into the unenviable,
inevitablity of ageing.
she smiles and
gives me a cheery wave,
as she passes on by.
etude#1
a start to the observational study
poetry series
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