The Girls of Summer

Like a burst of confetti They erupt into the corner store. Tanned, long legged, Laughing and pushing each other. They toss their sun-bleached hair And glance around to see If people are watching. Beach outfits – bikinis Barely hidden under short Skimpy coverups. Sandals, high platform heels, Gold or red or raffia With sparkly decorations. They find the cold soda case And finally each picks out Some favorite drink. They giggle. One fixes The strap on another’s sandal. They shove each other And double over into Gales of laughter Over some private joke. Still giggling, they make their way To the cashier, pay for their drinks, And explode into the street The same way they came in.