I bathed there
(far out...where no one could see)
Out on the old man's farm
After I finished
Fixing
His tractor
(and country folk don't look
anyways)
I had forgotten how
the murky waters of the
Gravel Pits
Could transform my hair
into thick blonde waves
(nor did i remember the
way the sun kissed
my bare chest
leaving it's own sweet
tender remembrance)
That the farmer's wife
later twisted into
Two golden braids along
the side of my face
Then twisted into a
knot in the back
(like high school all
over again)
There now...she said,
ready to face the world again.
(such truth to her words)
I pray she never will know.
As they waved me off
from the side of the road
Husband and wife
Bound to their life
As I am beginning my own.
Birth sign: Libra
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