Love In the Park

Most elderly ladies shine under a straw sunhat. At the arboretum, sitting under an Ash tree (the same Ash that she had sex under, when she was old enough to know better). She leans back on the scaled trunk smiling at George, who is not at all dead to her, nor Harry, or Jim, but at this moment she is content to tuck them all under her skirt like a mother hen, To smile at the youngsters that pass-by believing they know anything about love.