Self Portrait 1973

She used to dream dreams on which she thrived.

In lonely hours awake, not knowing why or wherefore,

not trying to explain – just living on hopes.

Hopes like beckoning scents 

Never getting there, no never getting there

Disembodied from within her time.

Alone

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