Poems ✍️
Poems ✍️
10.05.2026
27
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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