What Once Was

What Once Was
-Joy S. Barefoot

I see them
at the pool
young women
their smooth, silky bodies
move in easy rhythm
like young foxes on a hunt,
new women
searching
for the right position.
Makes me want to paint my lips
with “Lilac Champagne”
one more time,
just for old time’s sake,
and spin
before the mirror
of my youth;
to see that vibrant
flirting
reflection
of a young vixen,
filled with dreams,
overflowing with expectations
and waiting for
the right man.