Mirror

That first sad sag of jowl
amazing sleepy shaving eyes
after long shielding beard, removed
is like the first cold October wind
that prefigures coming winter snows
hackling my neck back sinews
that last lost flesh in letting go
I smile lyingly at my changeling self
and put razor and new blades back on the shelf
(Such quirky smirks tighten skin,
but only temporarily.)