On the Road Again 2

There’s a painting hanging on the hotel wall. I am struggling for inspiration. Hence:

What does this still life say
About my human body?
Too crass, too gross, inflexible,
Without the grace to yield
To gravity where once I grew
Against it’s guidance?
Neither delicate nor burgundy
Nor fixed in time.
I’m grateful to be quick.

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