Josephine Severn
				petite bones poorly shrink wrapped skin mapping withered flesh's frailty the bathing suit betrays her age long silver gilted hair pinned one armed untidily (the other arm won't reach that far) sun's rosy glow colours her in youth gliding gracefully across the dawn they meet in song and the warm sea cradles her in womb's return not yet, not today, but soon numbering days, cherishing each one waiting in garden's paradise