Coloratura

It would have worked better for the soprano coloratura 
Had her face happened fifty years later
Instead of painting lipstick so far outside the lines
She could have had injections
And those eyebrows
Up close it made no sense at all
That they were drawn in 
Surprised arcs into her forehead
Like muddy rainbows
while her real brows were strong lines down by her eyes
Her face up close needed kinder attention
Someone to love her softness
And marvel that from the rosebud like lips
Came a song that would gather tigers with its power
Challenge the weather
And likely lift boulders to lofty spots in the sun