Apple Headed Doll
July 4 2023
of advancing age.
The boggy features
deepened furrows
collapsing flesh,
inelastic skin
mottled complexion.
Who knows
how the ears and nose got bigger
while everything else shrank,
or why what little hair is left
went wispy and grey
and grows where you'd least expect it.
The turkey neck, of course
gave it all away
even before the rot set in.
But when you look into the eyes
there can be no doubt
the person peering out
is the same,
bright intelligent eyes
as curious and alive
as ever,
the sapphire blue
as vital and arresting.
And what you'll never realize
until you, too, are old
is that he's just as bewildered
by the passage of time
as were you when you discovered
that this aging octogenarian
was once actually young.
That the old
weren't always this way.
That, like you
they once felt like time was endless.
And that the young man
is still in there
despite outward appearances.
Just as an orphaned apple
abandoned in the gutter
still contains its seeds,
concealed
in the soft brown pulp
and shrivelled skin.
The beauty of the seed;
small, and self-contained
and so cleverly made,
with all the sustenance it needs
to begin life,
all the knowledge
needed to live well.
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