Poems ✍️

  10.05.2026
  27


Author: Lamont Palmer

Older Dolls

She still
puts earrings
in her
delicate ears.
But it is the lobe
which is
now most precious;
human gold
upstaging
flashy metal,
in afternoons
quieter
than
the periphery
of
memory.




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