For G. L. A-C.
Recently a new denizen joined us
Down at the Venice paddle tennis courts.
Some call her the tattooed lady. Some fuss,
Stunned by her loveliness, as she cavorts
After an errant ball (the truth be told,
She needs a firmer follow-through). Her style,
Demeanor, all natural, plain and bold—
Her humanity apparent, no guile
Distorts her moods, her tendency to weep.
Divorced, with three grown children, and despite
Her charismatic charm, within, down deep.
Lurks sad, cyclonic darkness, stormy blight.
Crowds don’t please—she yearns for one man only—
Her self-assessed condition? Bare, lonely.
(6/30/11)