BEVERLY M. COLLINS
Down-South
Summer
There
was tight-knitted-extended-sisterhood
in
the warm circle of my “country-cousins.”
Summer
heat had a zip code
on
curvy black paved roads
with
ditches that eavesdropped
on
giggly-girl-talk.
Hopeful
over our latest crushes,
we
were half-bold, half-shy,
boy-crazy,
empty headed and
full
of belief that we knew-it-all.
Thrilled
to wear clothes too-revealing
for
our years that drew attention we
couldn't
handle.
Like
baby deer caught in the headlights of
awkward-adolescence,
the black-hole of
existence
was being left out or left behind.
We
watered dreams of a “Grand”
future.
All that was needed was me-plus-time
then-stir...we
made long “to-do” list that
I
still attempt to check-off today.
Send
in the Clowns!
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