Purple and Teal Never offer your seat on a bus to an old woman until you’ve inspected her wolf- grey hair for splashes of purple in front, streaks of teal at back, the existence of which should alert you to the danger of assuming too much about aging— gratitude leavened with vernal wrath and further, suggest a life in which fresh fire pierces the natural, and loss finds its seat in the rear then years too will recede and grey, purple and teal fiercely dance down narrowing aisles of ever emptying buses. first published in Ink, Sweat and Tears (UK), 2010
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Goddesses don’t take aging lightly do they
Endearing. Bittersweet.
Thank you.