NATHALIE BUCKLAND

In my town

In my town
old women carry drums,
they stalk the footpath,
wrists empowered by rhythm
swelling to taloned hands.

Sniffing the air for coffee
they prowl
with predatory eyes,
while thugs and vandals
shrink into doorways
fleeing the grandmother glare.

Poised to pounce
and suss the street.
In my town
old women rule.