A Few Months Shy of Ninety (Far West Texas)

by Larry D. Thomas

She lives alone in an old stone

house on the outskirts of Alpine.

Though her petite frame’s acquiesced

a tad to the nagging lists

of arthritis, her mind’s quite keen,

active as an uncaged cactus wren.

To honor her dead husband,

she’s declined at least a dozen

blue-rivered hands offered her

in marriage. A list of widowers

lies folded in her bedside table

drawer, each willing and able

to lead her in a wicked Texas

Two-Step culminating in safe affection,

sans the baggage of attachment,

just enough to keep her cheeks sanguine

and her arteries free of fat.

Too old to fret, she likes it like that.