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