Shopping Bag Dykes
In our old age
we will have gray silver hair,
and
wise or wasteful wrinkles,
maiden/aunt/spinsters
smiling.
taking ten steps to our one,
the eyes not knowing
nor the shadows they imposed.
will shroud us,
of crowds
camouflaged
We were people who loved our selves.
We were women who loved women.
We were/will/be.
©1979 Michelle Parkerson

