July 2021
June Crawford Sanders
juneinca@aol.com
Bio Note: I am a bird-watcher, day-dreamer, time-traveler, word-lover. My poems have been published on and off-line in venues including One Sentence Poems, In a Woman's Voice, and Your Daily Poem. I think this offering might fit the optional July theme of "Losing Your Head".

Summer 1958

when portable roller rinks appeared like magic
in grassy lots in Southwest Arkansas like tent
revivals with colored lights and skates to rent,

boys in white tees and tight Levis holding hands
with awkward girls all skinny arms and legs in circle
skirts over layers of crinoline petticoats transformed

into pure grace gliding in endless circles in perfect
rhythm to the rock & roll music echoing thru sweltry
Saturday dark. And holding hands was everything.
©2021 June Crawford Sanders
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