|Twenty-five has come into her own,|
Wise enough to winnow what she dreams.
Even in the landscape of her face
No destination but has found its place,
Though growing up is harder than it seems.
Yearnings do not die through will alone.
For now there is a firmness in her tone
Indicative of some internal grace
Vividly attentive in its space,
Elegant and certain what it means.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon