Generations

she stood tall at 5'
with her black slacks
sleek charcoal knit sweater
billowing white hair
and a green purse

her daughter
poised in a slim gray skirt
tucked silk black blouse
each hair held firm
Gucci over her shoulder

the granddaughter
her skirt designed
for eyes to go to her hips
brown curls cascade
over a low cut red tank

three generations
saunter down the street
the cement unrolled for them
parting the cars
as they go into town