Thursday, April 22, 2010

Crazy Old Women

Sometimes I think 
I’ll wind up as one
of those crazy old 
women with the cats.

You know the one –
she talks to herself and
sits late into the night
reading and writing, perhaps
a bottle of Graves beside her.

Content on her own,
not shutting out the world 
but not in need too
much of it either.

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