Almost 70

Tomorrow I

met a man.

I recognized his hips

and the lean of him. I wanted

all of it.

I can’t keep secrets.

They slip out of me

when I’m not looking

falling onto magnolia leaves

and people hear them

so I’m keeping this lust

to myself until I find it.

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One response to “Almost 70”

  1. Bonnie Larson Staiger Avatar

    Lucinda, I’m so glad to see this poem again. It’s been in the back of my mind since I first saw it a year ago. Thank you.

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