Nonne’s Tale

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


I would have done

if I had caught him.

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