Saturday, October 15, 2011

Sharon

I fell asleep on the pink parlor sofa to the sounds of laughter and card playing.
I sat on an open tail gate while dust devils rose like burning flames fueled by our tail lights.
I scratched chigger bites on my panty line after chasing fireflies on the lawn.
I waded through cat tails and sticky mud to float the red Cimarron river.
I lit sparklers and signed my name in the warm summers' night air.

Sharon, age 46

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