White mane

WHITE MANE

White mane, and flowing lock

the cost of years pencil marked in timid lines

on his forehead.

Creased shirt collar cheeks adorn this face.

The light of his eyes

candles flickering brightly.

A mouth that crusty features devoure and define

in dervish strokes of flesh.

Nostrils flaring like an untamed buck.

Breath broken and buckled

in steady, short lived gasps.

j.s.herscovitch
1992
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