A Sexy Old Photo of My Grandma Clara
When I knew her
She was old,
Wrinkled and liver spotted with
Strict, short curls that had always been gray.
And yet there she is,
Barefoot glamor girl in a bikini,
Shiny waves of auburn hair,
A defiant smile and open stance
Arms behind her, welcoming the world,
So young and on the verge,
Pulsating with the very freshness I thought I'd invented,
Head tossed back just so
Laughing with the trees themselves
As though they shared a certain knowing,
Wind blowing through the tall crests of irises she planted,
Her young pink toes curl firmly around the wet grass
The pale glimpse of her slender thigh
Surprises me every time.
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