He watched from under his hat brim

all the long-legged, bronzed girls with swinging hair.

Men took him to Hooters and laughed

when  the waitress brushed his shoulder with her breast

and his face flamed like a summer sunset.

When he was forty he found a woman.

She moved in with him, her and her cats

and her knickknacks and Welcome sign in the yard.

She was big and bold and loud and scattered belongings

like leaves in a thunderstorm.

He retreated to his garage, fiddled with tractors and mowers;

the woman knew better than to go near.

Soon even sex could not atone for the loss of peace.

She was gone as quickly as she came,

and left the rusty Welcome sign swinging on its hanger.

About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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2 Responses to Bachelor

  1. wvgcj says:

    So nice.
    Quite the capture and imagery.

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