Waiting For Her Lover
An elderly television
speaks to her
in a deafened condominium.
Curtains billow
turning daylight on and off.
Sometimes she looks
into her mind,
often an old movie is playing.
She sees her late husband
dancing with Ginger Rogers.
She goes to the bathroom,
puts her teeth in wanting to look
her best.
Her lover will appear soon
appear in her recliner,
he will sit relaxed and smiling
with that dangerous grin of his.
She must hurry
if her aching hips will allow.
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