Summer heat,
City pavement,
I wear my favorite blue dress
down Madison Av.
I’m 89 years old,
quick witted
but my limbs are slower
than they once were.
The man
snatches my purse,
sprints down the street.
I take off after him
running and shouting,
“Stop thief!”
I don’t know
what
I would have done
if I had caught him.
I almost wish you would have. Better days ahead.
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