by Holly Day
She is a character study of how old
I could get if I just stopped smoking
and drinking and got a good night’s
sleep every once in a while, the old lady
smiles at me from across the near-empty bus
tells me she’s having another good day, I
say I’m happy for her, her skin is so soft
and pale it could have been manufactured
at a factory that made tissue paper and stuffed
it into perfectly square boxes covered with
watercolors of purple spring flowers or
wild roses.
Category: Poetry, SNHU Creative Writing, SNHU online creative writing