I see a girl I know; I recognise
her sneer, her shout, the stamp of her sure pride –
I want to call her name, but there beside
her stands a kid, a boy so close in size
and looks to her, his hair and chin and ear.
And she's so old! A dozen years perhaps
has sliced across her face, her skin collapsed
about a furrowed neck: what's happened here?
I knew her yesterday, but overnight
a history of hopes and fears has slapped
dreams from her eyes. For her tomorrow came
and tolled her strength, slumping her bones; a blight
of time and memories – will I be trapped
like her? A bright mind in its fatal frame?