a short poem

Noon Concert

by Dorothea Grossman

These frail, white widows
who get their hair done weekly
in tight curls,
like little flowers,
bend their heads
until the applause
says it’s time
to be brave again.

Visit the Poetry Foundation for more of her poems, or click here to hear her poems aloud.

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