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She smoked all her cigars

between noon and six,

listening to the bounce

of the sloping rain.

She drank lavender tea from a lowball glass,

let her hair go silver-white, and

never cared what a single soul

thought of it.

Her laugh was always belly deep,

her smile lines, deeper.

She had that knack

for letting everyone

be themselves

and they, by turn,

were able to.

Forget Vogue.

Forget Cosmo

and Elle.

An old wooden porch

frames the perfect face.

© 2013 Jennifer Wagner

I think I want to be her (well, except for the cigars). Linking up to join the fun at dVerse for OpenLinkNight!