Warming Up
I’m in town in my sarong.
I see another too-old woman
in a floral sun dress,
short skirt and skinny straps.
As I stop to buy diet Coke,
a bike roars away from the shop.
Thin rider in black leans forward
low over the handle bars.
There’s that hint in the air
of anticipation.Thoughts
of beaches, parties ...
my steps quicken.
Keep going... quickened steps. And after a long day rest. That's why I missed reading this yesterday. Just got in from slow steps - not even up the block and back before a tired grandchild with a touch of cool autumn breath, fell asleep.
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