A hundred years of seashore secrets
whisper from your porch
Your old neighbors gone
torn down for progress.
The new kids all look the same
Lucky you though.
Your steward, a seamstress, believes in your beauty,
and with unapologetic femininity,
paints you pink and dresses you up.
Strollers can’t help but notice your hems
lifting in the gentle ocean breeze..
I think I saw you blush.
You go old girl.