Ladies With White Hair Seen From A Second Storey Window - Bruce Moody

[Larry Robinson]

Ladies With White Hair Seen From A Second Storey Window
 
Look down with me,
below, upon the heads of these mares.
Their calling-card to death is silver,
white as bone, grey as going mist.
How can you not love them for their courage
to wear the cap of departure,
wear it anyhow, just like anything?
 
The clouds upon their napes,
this declaration of what’s to come,
neither waited for, denied, nor bragged,
 
I with my own white hair
glorify the locks that shall unlock 
the curls of snow so soon to melt,
declaring their purchase in advance
of the white graves of heaven, which are also white,
whiter than white, whiter than anything. 
 
	- Bruce Moody
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