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Here I am in the garden laughing
an old woman with heavy breasts
and a nicely mapped face

how did this happen
well that's who I wanted to be

at last a woman
in the old style sitting
stout thighs apart under
a big skirt  grandchild sliding
on off my lap a pleasant
summer perspiration

that's my old man across the yard
he's talking to the meter reader
he's telling him the world's sad story
how electricity is oil or uranium
and so forth  I tell my grandson
run over to your grandpa  ask him
to sit beside me for a minute  I
am suddenly exhausted by my desire
to kiss his sweet explaining lips.


Submitted by David Shackelford

Added: 11 Mar 2002 | Last Read: 22 Nov 2008 12:26 PM | Viewed: 7355 times

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