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Pamela is the author of Postscripts in Time and a book In the Great North Woods. She lives in New Hampshire. |
© 2009 Pamela MacBean
LONG SHADOWS IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE
Fifty something me
Wants the mirror to tell lies.
Hair disguised with auburn lights,
Soft with tube conditioners,
A smelly thirty minute metamorphosis
To cover the vintage of my years.
The puppeteer strings of aging
Pulling once tight skin
Into a Howdy-Doody grin.
Perhaps Blanche in her desire had the right idea,
Smiling under Chinese lanterns,
Hiding under parasols of metaphors,
A shadow dancing behind drawn curtains.
But
there’s always a
Like fluorescent lights over a mirror
That laugh the brutish truth.
All work is property of Pamela MacBean.
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