No assignment, just a poem

No assignment for you today–I’m just posting a poem. Feel free to post one in response.

 

Unbaked

Skin grows soft
Like dough
After a lifetime of baking--

Time kneads us
With two fists.

It's strange:
We crust and flake
Then roll
Out of the oven 
Backwards.

It frightens our daughters
How soft we fall.

		--S. Stowers
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