She thinks upon
the memory
of the warm
enclosure
the chasm
of
perpetual
regeneration
the velvet
mantled
tree
of life
though
possessed of
honored years
she remains
the neophyte
resigned to
the task
of waiting
for transition
yet
waiting
is not death
but a time
of self-renewal
Copyright © m.m. sugar 2008
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