Thursday, April 13, 2006


If I sat on my exercise bike
my view would be
of bold and confident women
soft and rounded but not bearing
great bellies and arses
like mine and my mother’s.

They would walk with long strides
and get where they’re going in a flash;
like I used to…when I were a lass
a woman, a young mother.

My destination would be a future
that was wrapped around my past….
the figure I was then would sail this ship
in style, with panache
and a fabulous wardrobe of smart
smart trousers, and suits
and dresses that would show off
a sharper chin and
my old legs that everyone loved.

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