Five going on Thirthy

feathers and a makeup mirror
so young yet already so grown up
dancing and watching the planes go by
she cried

fabrics and a sewing machine
so grown up yet still so young
working and running to catch the late night plane
she smiles

I used to write poetry. I used to do spoken word performances. I used to write. From time to time the words boil up again. Or maybe it's just that some photos deserve to have their own poem.