Lady Liberty

Some golden thread of her hair is streaming down,

its discourse with the wind strangely enticing…

the armor of her pale eyes

has grown more silver as the age did pass,

and the silence of her lips

more profound.

Nameless she be,

ever enjoyed from the flame of harmony…

though arms and hands are growing frayed,

though the rumor is that she is worse,

I’ll believe no man’s tongue

091999