she had her day

i see the glamorous

old dame

making her way to the mailbox.

she's in her silver dress

for midday.

draped

in bracelets

and necklaces.

her hair done. her nails.

a stripe

of red lipstick across

her face.

she moves

across the parking lot

as if on

a dance floor.

her hips sway as she

wobbles

on high heels.

you shake

your head and smile,

you imagine she had her day.