Childless Gran

good morning will whistle in Madill
from the rusted Live Bait sign
a creaking flag from a forgotten country
it will advertise
the lean of a woman
if you can, buy her okra
tomatoes onions honeydew
she will laugh you a recipe
like thank you
half-smile grin
stroke's souvenir from a sunless vacation
She's alone now, but for the wind-sighing sign
Still her eye-shine will sparkle with hope
for being here now
with love
for her dusty town
and her well-heeled garden
Hug her, if you can
the whiskers on her chin will tickle
and she will feel foal-knees weak-
a someday steed but for the breaking.
You'll know by her knuckles
how hard she's held on
If you can, buy her okra
tomatoes onions honeydew

hug her
and hold on, too.