The mail box darkens.
Grapefruits smash into the mud.
The dry grass wounded by tank tracks.
Shortcut through the wheat field closes.
The creek is stranded on a garbage pile.
For the first time after seventy years
My asthma is stunned into freedom
Panic stricken it wanders aimlessly.
Allergies released convulse in the streets.
Inflammations shoot out of the body
Stick to outhouses walls like sausages.
An oxygen mask and IV are yanked out
Chocolate pretzels are orphaned in the cupboard.
Fresh organic coffee spreads around the small rosebush.
A strip of senior passes left on a bench.
Eyebrows grow wild.
The tonsils and appendix go back
A web of veins and arteries is painted red and blue,
make the plastinized body whole.
I am mounted on a stand with
pronounced marathoner muscles
Sperm pouch on the thigh ready.
A curious boy punches me in the balls
through the open window.
My daughters and granddaughter in white,
their friends in jeans.
Success with the caterer.
The catered food is much better the
when my husband Peter died.
I did order cheap.
My family strolls
Along my boulevard ‘s awakening trees.
They sold my scooter
And the climbing gear
But I’m already peak’s air