Dandelion Clock

Time, where did it go?
From golden-haired beauty
to ditsy-crazed-bitch in a week.
It’s the kids, she says,
the house, the life.
Her pale head shaking in the breeze,
her frizzy white perm
coming out in handfuls.

Heather Reid

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