When the Dogs Bite: 9th March 2024

early rain

at the supermarket

fruit trees

I never aspired to be an old lady

but embraced my youth

and the pleasures of the flesh.

In time, all things fell away

until there is only the core of me;

the same me I was when I was twenty

or thirty

but different to when I was twelve

or sixteen.

In my youth I was angry;

in age I am content

When the Dogs Bite