Oct15

Shadows crept across his stooping faceAs, in standard deference, he amassedThe remains of “just desserts”,In this case iced lemon sorbetWith crisp biscuits drizzled in cognac.Care is carved into his faceWith the deft of a sculptor’s bladeAs clear as his transparency,As present as his permanence,As gentle as the chin cleansing sweep of his hand.As they retire…