Bob transforms before my eyes.
Noting new muscles in stomach, thighs.
Increasing weights on machines.
Walking with zip, alacrity.
Signing up for classes to strengthen core.
Watching carbs, losing weight.
Shrinking from pant size forty to thirty-six.
A number he hasn’t worn since his twenties.
Why do people think a man of seventy-five can’t change?
Even become younger?
Stare at himself in the mirror like a seventeen-year-old?
Study his physique?
Buy stylish clothing?
New undergarments, socks?
Hold my hand, rub my back?
Flirt, enchant, allure with passion?
Wax poetic about flowers?
Blooming clematis, daisies, lavender.
Waiting for bee balm, Echinacea to bare petals.
Attract hummingbirds, butterflies.
Notice mating calls of frogs, foxes?
Cardinals, robins, wrens
Luscious sensuality abounds.
June’s vitality makes it easy to be young.
No matter your age.
Passion floats with pollen through the air.
Settling golden on the skin.
Transfigured, we instantly take care.
With vigor, once again smitten.
Lynn Benjamin
June 3, 2024