the new girl in town

mary
who turns ninety one in September
has moved
to Miami.
finally leaving her baby blue
apartment
in the city.
she took almost nothing with
her.
just summer clothes
and shoes.
she tells me
that the senior home
is so cliquish.
they stare at me when
I come into the room.
they don't even say hello.
i'm the new girl
in town.
they don't wear make up,
she says,
or get dressed for dinner
or even lunch.
let them talk,
I don't care, i'll out live
them all
and be running
this place
in no time.
i'll have my own girls
when the new ones
arrive.