"Carrying A Life in Lines" (Entry 199)

When the summer light was in her eyes,

she stared at the mirror in wonder's surprise.

But now, at yellowing dusk's sunset, she sighs.

The reflection does not lie at lines,

and sags,

and bags,

with shadowing and marks of despair.

Shoulders back,

double chin up.

At least she wasn't dead. So there!