On My Own
Each Saturday at the nearby matinee
I stood at the counter with my coins,
heard popcorn kernels crack open,
flow over their pan like snow flakes
to be shoveled by the server.
I felt big buying the red and white box,
crunchy finger food in my control,
company for a mesmerizing movie:
John Wayne saved settlers from Indians.
Popcorn saved me from loneliness.
Solar Power
Baby oil rubbed on my body,
I baked beside the pool,
the sole focus of the sun,
soaking up its warmth,
hoping the perfect tan
would bring the man
who’d beam at me.
Strap marks showed.
He never came.
Jumped Over the Moon
Dark hair frames his Adonis face
as he approaches on a moonlit night.
I curb my urge to flirt. Remember
that five decades jumped by.
I could be his grandmother.
Moonstruck, I imagine he sees me
and sighs in regret.
Artwork by Phil Meyer
Have a playful, blue-ribbon day!