recognition

“I earned these lines; don’t you dare
erase one of them!”—
Anna Magnani,
upon learning that a publicity photo
of her had been airbrushed.

In the morning
I look at you
as you sleep.

You are so you:
the fresh sweet student
I first saw
fifty years ago
in the college cafe.

And then I go
to the mirror
and wonder
whose sagging
wrinkled face
is that?

All those lines
must have
sneaked in
over night:
a cosmic
cosmetic joke.

Wait: there’s one
near the corner
of the eye—
I had one just like that
years ago;
I couldn’t help it:
blamed it on laughing.

Then you come into the
bathroom behind me
look over my shoulder
breathe onto my neck.
You I recognize.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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