"Stubborn Women."
You know them.
They keep walking.
Even when they're 80, and their knees ache, and they
need a winter coat against the bite of a spring breeze,
they keep walking.
Even when their ankles swell, and their bones feel
frail as fingernails, and the sun stings their eyes,
and uphill, their hearts are louder than car horns,
they keep walking.
Slow steps on thick heels, pale eyes still
gauging the safe route, pushing the heavy self to keep walking.
Free to study store shelves and slowly buy
Listerine, mineral oil, a new hand
cream that removes wrinkles, cologne, if it's on sale.
Free to watch yucca moons glow in the noon sun.