My computer fizzled and sputtered
this was to be posted last night—
technology stood in the way of chronology.
I'll post two poems today.
A Short Story
The sun drapes itself across
lawnchairs and perennials ,
over a bird-feeder . A purple finch
witnesses the scene of women
balancing plates of plump chickens,
salads of sea-green avocados
and red-tipped lettuce.
Conversation falls noiseless ,
only the strain of silence
is visible. I stare down
at my feet. The feet of a woman
who is getting older.
Two women start speaking of babies ,
to have or not to have.
Speechless I note ridges on my
big toe nails and calloused heels,
a note of personal history.
A varicose pattern tracks tributaries
of lifeblood on one ankle.
Fiercely, I want to bury these feet
with their hard nails in the shelter
of my blackened hiking boots.
Linda © 2009
NaPoWriMo: 30 Poems in 30 days