old lady
becomes feared sparrer
wrist locks
© Rachel Green January 2025
a moment of indecency to be
a coming of embarrassment to Dan,
when he left the room to change into his gi
I thought myself alone, and so began
to strip off heavy jeans for lighter trews
in which to train jiu-jitsu for an hour
but the man himself returned too soon
and saw me in a lacking of attire.
In fairness, I was still in boxer shorts
and bright pink thermal undershirt as well
and not as naked as he must have thought:
no Botticelli Venus on her shell.
But still it made for awkward moment, brief
that my old lady legs were white as teeth.
© Rachel Green January 2025
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