Rosemary Bottoms

fired clay and steel

Rosemary Bottoms stands in her garden
Soaking up Spring’s first rays.
Her body is bloated
Carbohydrate overloaded
From fighting off dark Winter’s haze.
One bicep is bigger,
Pints weigh more than jiggers,
Quaffing beer & scotch helped chase the blues.
The sun feels so kindly
But, my God, it’s blinding
To eyes used to lighting diffused.
She hasn’t bent over
Since last season’s clover
Threatened to swallow her thighs.
As she stretches her neck
Her back gets a crick
And she knows once again she survived.