Day Thirteen: ‘When The Gray Lady Lays’

April 14, 2013

When the gray lady lays, she lies on her back;

pillowed yellow underneath and, like a stack

of old news clippings, she scatters herself,

silvery strands of pepper hair

 

and lays—

the way a settled sheet can only lay.

Draped and drawn over the chair-back

inlayed and laid out over hunched shoulders.

 

and stays—

smoothed over in an elegance.

Red rustic dress and oval white necklace

to match her wine with the company’s faces.

 

and prays—

with palm-clutched beads to keep away the shake.

Inside her shoebox room, she spins with it

and counts in tens.

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