Above The Cork & Bottle

Above the Cork & Bottle In a warm, rustic flat Sits a frail woman With a clicking jaw and creaking bones, The latter from age, The former from cruel corrections. A cozy flat where Once upon a time, A slender, frail woman curls her hair. A wily cactus perches in the corner window. Crooked and tall, it stands Without water. For months it lives. For years, it stands healthy & resilient. But now summers come and go Unnoticed in the empty flat. The cactus died, Shrinking from the sun Many summers ago. But maybe that little woman Still sit eternally In the warm rustic flat Above the Cork & Bottle.