by Sandra S Corona
Thursday, July 10, 2003
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Rejuvenated by a pome!
I slipped out of my aging skin
to stretch weary, achin' muscles,
draped my veins to dangle on-line
to improve their circulation.
letting tissues, creaky bones 'air'.
Hung my organs and my blue genes
on the line for contemplation.
I let my mind out to wander--
it had issues which to ponder.
My spirit (which had long been cooped)
flew away for inspiration.
Soft whispers tickled my fancy,
I pulled, tugged, myself together.
Mended and renewed (but gutless),
slipped my skin on with sarcasm.
Who would believe I once stepped out?