1957

In our old Yankee town the firemen

filled the hay field with water.

A few days and it froze solid.

We put our skates on next to the fire

in the shed and skated until dark. 

When I was seven,

I had a sweet friend

with corn-rowed hair

            and starched dresses.

My father made me tell her

I couldn’t play with her any more

Did she have a good life? I’ll never know.

Mrs. Williams gave piano lessons

for 75 cents an hour

and walked the miles

from her house to mine.

I heard that when she passed

her house was full of Civil War coins.

I went to WASP grammar schools

until they built a junior high.

When I open my mouth,

WASP comes out.

It confuses a lot of people

but I just give them my Mona Lisa smile.

I don’t miss the 1950s.

Do you?

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