Talking with a brand new man today,
freshly minted and shiny,
I was shocked by the
electric arc reaction
of my soul.
Rusty electrodes
hooked up
to the heart of my prime,
dug out from the bottom
of an attic lockbox,
glowed golden and brilliant
under a dusty coating
of wisdom and time,
Until he treated me
as his mother,
which I could technically be
if another location and love
had been mine.
– Elizabeth Caldwell Grant
