SILVER SAUCERS

I walked along silver saucers,

The wind flirting with my hair,

My wrinkles enjoying my red lipstick.

Shells greeted me along the shoreline,

Wondering whether they might hitch a ride

To faraway places,

Hopefully to live with me,

Safe forever

As years go by.

We will remind you of this moment,

They said, earnestly,

As though I needed persuading.