Chetta Achara Poet Free verse

maybe it doesn't matter

     too young for Woodstock
     too old for Barbie dolls
     I wore blue denim bell-bottoms
     sometimes flowers in my hair
     she arrived with summer wind
     my friend Squeek 
     wild one exuding sensuality 
     as easy as breathing
     making testosterone go crazy
     she ran with bad boys
     let me tag-a-long
     one brief friendship then
     she was gone 
     vanished like summer sun
     what did she see in me
     the dumpy ugly fat girl
     maybe she was dream 
     maybe she was lesson
     maybe it doesn't matter
     fifty years later I'm still groovy
     damned near perfect
     I think about her and wonder

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Hilda Greenhough August 10, 2024 at 7:20 PM I think of people that I've only known briefly in life. I sometimes wonder if they remember me. Lol. Thanks for this slice of life. Chetta Achara August 10, 2024 at 9:10 PM Yep. You are welcome.

Gary Radice August 9, 2024 at 2:27 AM Love the form, the subject and just how it all comes together. Cheers - Gary Chetta Achara August 9, 2024 at 6:30 AM Thank you.