The Bag

 


Crosses the road
with her walker
and dog
Back arched
Eyes to the ground

Perfectly placed
silver hair
has a blue tinge

Stops the morning traffic
while commuters
sit in wait
for the 5 minutes
it takes to
step off the curb
put a foot in front of another
and gain
momentum
until
she reaches the other side
stepping back
up the curb

Some ass
(every morning a new one)
will hoot
or roll down the window
cursing an
obscenity
at her

The dog growls
shows it's teeth;
they shut up!

The traffic takes off
The first breath
of the day
is over

When that old dame
kicks the bucket
I'm gonna have five minutes
less rest
every-day

I'm preparing
for the worst

-!-

Entry 21
Letters to Society, God  
& The Goddess  
GloPoWriMo 2018  
Posted April 20th