A ballet dancer
looks at herself in the mirror
everyday
as a matter of fact
a check on reality
a retired
ballet dancer--facts change
is that really me
in the mirror
the front or the back
bring out
the bike
the scales
take a walk
retard--the old bastard of time
some say
lucky to be alive at our age
and furthermore--
never want to be
twenty again
I sit here
chin rests upon my hand
in thinker pose
wondering--a fair trade
wisdom for youth??
Genie Nakano
originally published in Atlas Poetica, editor M. Kei: number 13 Autumn 2012
I love writing--It's my joy, my therapy--my confession. I'm a performer, dancer, yoga and meditation instructor, write a poetry column for Rafu Shimpo. Growth and love of life is a key to my happiness.
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Genie Nakano 
Very good!
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