WOMAN IN THE AFTERNOON SUN

  
I see your withered leathery face
Squinting eyes, dark lined wrinkles
Nearly toothless mouth…
Sitting, hunched in the afternoon sun
Weather-beaten woman on a
Weather-beaten porch.
 
I’m glad you’re restin’ a spell.
You deserve it!
How many meals o’er the years
Have you made?
Well water carried?
Countless buckets full…
Laundry carefully hung,
Sun met, bleached.
 
Sit and rest a spell.
Watch the sun set.
Woman in the twilight.