I will tell you
a story about this woman
in her mid-sixties.

There is a drama in
her loneliness that manifests
in her eyes.
Her angst hidden under the
weakness of her
limbs.
Her tattoo, a beast
devouring another beast-
withers
Under the sun,
rays burning yellow.
The air,
sways the lazy leaves.
A cat,
pissed on the lawn

She’s listening to the radio now,
70’s music flaming.
Burning the lethargy
of the moment.