You have no wrinkles in your face,
\nmy daughter Catherine exclaimed.
\nThere were no faults or fissures.
\nNothing life had eroded away.
\nEvents that accumulate
\nverse after verse,
\nput musical notes around the eyes,
\nthe spots and blemishes of day to day.
\nAnd she\u2019s right.
\nMy face is as interesting as a melon,
\nbeing tapped for ripeness.
\nIs he sweet or sour inside?
\nBright or slow?
\nIs there history there,
\nor only doggedness?
\nWhy do some people\u2019s faces
\nstay as they are,
\nand play peek-a-boo with themselves
\nin the mirror?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
You have no wrinkles in your face, my daughter Catherine exclaimed. There were no faults or fissures. Nothing life had eroded away. Events that accumulate…<\/p>\n