counting watermelon seeds
under barbeque lathered skies
and while the boys
tossed worms on hooks into
the muddy lake
seven girls pulling
at the hem of their
dresses with sullied hands
and candy filled eyes
waiting to dream.
we filled our bellies
auntie mae pinched our
chubby cheeks and we wanted
to run...but weighted by our
feast we sat on the steps of
the white gazebo
waiting to dream.
fell asleep in the bed of our
uncle's pick up truck
hay in my hair
the boys said my star was
an airplane or a rocket
they couldn't have known
I'm still waiting to dream.

2-26-97

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