The woman next store

never wore panties,

never knew as little boys

we watched her

bend as she planted begonias

The day we helped

her daughter, Lorie,

undress in the abandoned garage

she spanked us, sent us home,

called our mother who cried,

then switched us

Every man has his Venus

and Lorie’s mother became ours,

the object of a lifelong search

for a beautiful woman

with no panties bending

over a row of begonias