margaret gets dropped off from Sunday evening church

margaret
the neighbor
shuffling up her steps in
her white throw
her hands around her white straw hat
greets me with her shaky voice like old piano notes 
she likes to send
evenings through the windows

do the beautiful
come to look like this
bodies nearly doubled
and eyes like children?

beauty
is the hope of being 
better
that was the first 
idea that came to mind

or perhaps this:
beauty is
what you don't know yet
your finger makes it ripple
notes from an old piano
30 years un-tuned

sounds just fine
wandering between
tires shushing
from portland ave
it's a song with a tune i can't quite follow