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