Grey saltshaker,

Peppery wisdom sprinkle,

Whisking away all sorrows,

Evoking  songs unique,

Waltzing jowl to cheek.

Wrinkly edges chronicled,

Gift-wrap recycled,

Two hairs on her chin,

Bind yesterday to the morrow.

Mouth too large,

Twin lips smile, awhile,

Barges on an endless sea.

Torch eyes that urge,

In vain search,

For that which isn’t,

For that which never was.

‘Tis half-mast now,

No crew, but then she knew,

To gather forces anew,

She must sleep sound,

all grace-bound,

Bedecked bamboo casket

A fine resting place.