Old Man

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Old Man
His face,
            a candle lit within, pours
                        down his skull in layers
            from atop his head.
Like a tea cup pinky, his smile
            extends at the edges of his lips
            filling his face
in equal measure to the woman
            filling his eyes
as she walks by his doorway.
Now lit by cascading bowls of yellow sunlight
            his lips broaden his glee,
            lifting the fallen jowl-flesh high
                        enough to frame his brilliant eyes
                        in Hoboken some Saturday.