Pulling Beauty From

The tolerant hairstyle is recentWindow_Reflection
hiding some of her frumpiness
but it does some justice to
this grumpy mean-cold woman
who mumbles distant curses

A gone dry long ago river
smiling she admires herself
in the grocery store window
roughly removing a stray hair
as she approves of the look

With wrinkles like trenches
protecting her facade from war
a visage seen before bleakly
staring back from a gun turret

Waiting for something to move
as if to feed on a life
like a bitter soldier, unaware
as she takes but never gives

The canyon of her soul
echoes the wail of sorrow
the groan of dying tree
but for this one moment
looking back from the glass
she is a smiling touch of beauty

Pulling Beauty From