Kate Larson, Carol Ulverness--
19-year-old goddesses
I knew at college:
beauty so inward and effortless--
like Botticelli's "The Birth of Venus"--
that that of even the most celebrated actresses and models
seems to be contrived and self-conscious.
Like all of us, they're in their 40's now--
I wonder what they're like. . . .
Does some inner flame
still illuminate their faces and bodies?
Or were they flowers--
whose petals now have faded and fallen?


Hear Jerry/Lucius read this poem.    This poem is part of the Scraps of Faith collection of poems.

Keywords:  natural beauty, age, aging