for that girl at a concert in 1968
she shed her clothes
in a moment's abandon
and danced naked
before the swaying crowd
she was young
she was beautiful
she was a vision
of possibility
she must be
approaching 70 now
she is someone's
grandmother
she spends her days
in sweats feeling her
knee replacement ache
were she to suddenly
dance naked in public
her children
would commit her
still, sometimes
in her secret heart
she imagines
doffing her clothes
and twirling
once again
within the music
of a more generous time
before her world
was damaged beyond
recovery
she imagines,
but she doesn't
~mce
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 12:50 PM UTC
for that girl at a concert in 1968
she shed her clothes
in a moment's abandon
and danced naked
before the swaying crowd
she was young
she was beautiful
she was a vision
of possibility
she must be
approaching 70 now
she is someone's
grandmother
she spends her days
in sweats feeling her
knee replacement ache
were she to suddenly
dance naked in public
her children
would commit her
still, sometimes
in her secret heart
she imagines
doffing her clothes
and twirling
once again
within the music
of a more generous time
before her world
was damaged beyond
recovery
she imagines,
but she doesn't
~mce
