Flaunting
You cannot hear me
yet
but I see you pass
I wink
nod
but all is left
unattended.
Twisted and locked
in my way
You think me
withered
but I am not,
only stretching.
Soon my feathery skin
will dance and swing
and then
You will think
that I am
Beautiful.
But know this:
I already
Am.
Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Thursday, March 1, 2018
Image: Flaunting by P.A. Moore.
Love it! Especially that last line.