KATHY SITS VERY QUIETLY ON THE GREEN GRASS
WAITING FOR THE LIGHTS TO START.
SHE LIGHTS UP A CIGARETTE.
THE MUSIC PLAYS,
AND SHE STARTS TO SWAY
TO THE RYTHM.
A LOOK INTO HER EYES
WILL TELL YOU SHE'S NOT LOOKING FOR ANYONE.
SHE STARES AT THE RING ON HER HAND
BUT SHE'S NOT THINKING OF A MAN.
WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD THIS WOULD BE
IF WE COULD HAVE MORE PEOPLE LIKE KATHY.
NOTHING TO WORRY ON,
AND NO ONE TO HATE,
ALWAYS KEEPING AN OPEN MIND.
KATHY SITS ON THE ROOFTOP DRINKING COFFEE.
A FORK, A PLATE,
A PIECE OF BERRY PIE.
SHE SITS NEAR THE RAIL
TO WATCH THE PEOPLE GO BY.
SHE HAS A FULL VIEW OF THE GOINGS ON
DOWN ON THE STREET.
WHAT A WONDERFUL PLACE THIS COULD BE
KATHY'S BEING LED TO THE DANCE FLOOR.
SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHO,
WHY,
OR WHAT FOR.
SHE SPINS IN SLOW CIRCLES,
ACTING AND LAUGHING LIKE A LITTLE GIRL.
HER EYES GIVE HER AWAY,
OUTSIDE SHE'S GROWN NOW
BUT INSIDE SHE IS STILL A LITTLE GIRL
THAT STILL WANTS TO PLAY.
©1992 C. B. Ovard