Red Omara Poet Free verse

The Age of Lycra

She was an ancient woman and

I used to see her 

every rainless early morning.

She always wore an overcoat

a headscarf, and thick and wrinkled 

old woman's stockings. 

Her gaunt and stubborn shuffle was ever being overtaken

by pairs of cheerful ladies, 

so confident

in brightly overburdened lycra.
	
They would send friendly words in her direction
	
and she would nod them gentle smiles in return.

I always knew that one fine day would dawn

when she,

and her headscarf, overcoat and thickly wrinkled hose,
 
would have become what all becomes.	
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And so the footpath now is theirs, the pairs, 

of cheerful ladies

so confident in brightly overburdened lycra

and forever XXL.

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