The Centurion Outlaw

She was still running from the law,

The law of averages...she had outlived most of them,

The law of gravity had only slightly flashed its badge,

Pride and will, her partners in crime,

Had left her ancient yet erect,

In her younger years she courted Murphy and his law,

Found him amusing but a jailer still,

She broke out in her seventies,

Stole the keys from fate and became a law unto herself,

Dueling with age, loneliness and weakened knees,

She fought them all and remained free,

Now, out of habit, this bifocaled renegade,

Scans the horizon of the day room,

Ready.

1988

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Virginia Lee Sprague