LAST DAY IN MAY
We sit in the garden
The silver haired
Salt and pepper
Curled mammas,
The wide thighed
Full armed women.
We talk a what we know now,
That we didn't know nothin bout
Then, growin' babies,
Sinks a dishes,
Sorry men,
And girlfriend joy.
Later, a yellow
Sheet across the ground,
All our futures
Been told around.
The old pains die,
As we lay out
Under bright Buddleia
Rose of Sharon,
Sharin' the
Communion
Of good, good
Girlfriends.