BEVERLY M. COLLINS
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
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
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!