by Katja Lundgren
Ladies who lunch
Who are we, sitting in restaurant windows
Sun shining behind our silvery, peppery, gold and auburn streaked hair
Catching up on weeks and months flown by
Catching glimpses of wrinkled necks and droopy eyes
Grasping each other in arms that sag but hold each other firm- as if afraid our lives will vanish with our salads and Bloody Marys
Kiss, Kiss – we blow gently on each cheek
and make deep promises to keep in touch
Before we lose each other – again.
No comments:
Post a Comment