The Decayed Ballerina

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life

calcium yellowed fingernails
scratched against the splint hairs
of a weathered wooden elbow

an impatient clock had sapped
a once supple leather coat
now requiring constant mending
as homeless unravelling posed an inevitable ending

torn pockets spilled over
with a plethora of dead letters

hope had long ago delivered
its final walking papers
without care of return receipt

handmade trees with news of unease
spun unmercifully
into the arms of a brisk fall breeze

birds began their escape
into the mouth of another sun

a slow rise from a gilded throne
on a benched parked seat

a myopic vision of how cracks
are formed on over used and forgotten streets

she walks alone

to nowhere

a decaying ballerina

the place she is seen as most complete