The Blonde Bombshell

[georgierodgers]

Bumped into her crunching
snow down by the river;
she’d been gone for years

Still walk like your dog!
she greeted - eyes twinkling
You’re looking good!

a startling re-appraisal from
being kneed in the groin at
the school leavers party

closely followed by startling
confirmation how time defuses
one’s fantasy ex lovers

Heading home i mentally text
rave review to knitty niece -
still glowing with testosterone
‘neath my hunky new balaclava.