Waltz with Life

I saw you on the bus,
smiling at the world outside

You were halfway in your waltz with life,
but adored it with the eyes of a child.

They give cruel names to your stripes:
spider veins and crow’s feet.
I fell in love with those slivers of life.

You were a watercolor painting,
stuck in the math textbook of my life.

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