It is not what it was 30 years ago.
Hips not yet fleshed out
spread four times for four nor the breasts
drafted like a tap handle pulling the favorite on Friday nights
the lines speak to the years and the spots to the life Not one a wasted imprint and yet
how little I have realized it. But now, just as I have given up on attentiveness,
I see it for what it is; a beautiful-perhaps the most ever-
frame gilding a masterpiece.