OLD VIRGINIA By Mickey Ray ~ Pfleger She's old, Virginia is... The harassing hairbrush reminds her In swirls of gray and mousy brown clumps That needs removing with a fine tooth comb. "Ginger," whine the cracked and lonely Voices of her enforced companions Drawing her away from the mirror's Reflection of moles with tiny sprouts 'neath Her Ginny, chin chin. The tedious crones who live With her in a Government nursingcomplex Cling to her like oil based paint On worried finger nails. Where is the thinner to dissolve The reminder of their annoying existence? "Our friends are dropping like flies!" A shrill and unwanted distraction says too loudly. Camphor and cookies Cyanide and sarsaparilla, Virginia wonders. The former government gardener Was a sweet young thing whose Conversations were gentle and informing And included not one reference to her aging or infirmities. And oh, he knew so much about pest control! She's old, Virginia is, But every once in a while She smiles brightly and looks a whole lot younger.