Friday, January 14, 2011
Senioritis -- Poetry 2011
Senior activity center abuzz with
noise drove her back to her lair…
creature comforts in silence, her
own small space with cat company.
Exposed to prolonged disorganized,
larger spaces made her twitchy; this
wasn’t the first time she had bolted…
back outside, sighing relief;
back to green areas, breathing deeply;
back into her trusty Subaru.
Shaking off the discrete anxiety,
she returned home to peaceful quiet,
a soothing cup of tea and cats
ensconced on lap and foot rest…