I am an old lady who dances
through the rubble of her life,
who dances through memories,
through lives that are no more,
scattering bones and
picking up bits and pieces and
stuffing them into inappropriate places,
nooks and crannies that
a little sparkle here and there.
I am so old that memories clutter
my days and I stumble through
reality holding on to my dear
friends for stability.
by Cher Bibler