Compensations
Cheeks hang baggy.
Face spills onto pillow.
Eye sockets fold and droop
forgetting former close bone cling
Skin sags pouchily from shoulder
bone, as if from Brahman cow.
Muscles think before flexing,
withdraw springlessly.
Yet beauty still bounces,
choughs fuss and fossick.
And tonight - so they say,
The moon will be Super.
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