” The old lady sat
on her side porch stoop
With a snack and a book
in the sun
Which was low in the sky
burning hot on her calves
so the lap cloth she moved
’til it hung
Just below both her knees
shading ankles and feet
Which she tucked underneath
her chair;
Then a bee smelled the ginger
‘tween thumb and finger
And, her afternoon read
was done. “
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© 6/17/2020 Ruth Ann Scanzillo. p.s. Homage to “The 100 Year Old Man….” by Jonas Jonasson — a truly hilarious read.
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