Self-portrait

Something about the light --
the way she glows --
offsets her general air
of age and disrepair;
of decrepitude,
of shabbiness
that never paired with chic,
and so,
though her bones are brittle
and her skin mottled
I somehow find her beautiful
and, after stopping to stare,
I remove my lens cap,
point,
and shoot.

Oh,
and yes,
I liked this cabin,
too...