German, Irish And Cherokee

My Native American


Saturday.
While those other
Yellow jackets were
Swarming.

You were across
The dance floor.
Hangin' low.

No eye contact.
Not my turn.

I saw you looking
Sideways
When my boy
Jumped in-
to my dance.

Do you still
Like
My hair?

Cotton candy
Like you
Never Tasted.

See you
Friday night.