Turkey Drop
The circle of lily white feet,
dorm girls,
like birds that flew the coop,
planning that dreaded strategic move,
the Turkey drop,
as new boyfriends came out of the woodwork,
even the local military men
stationed near the college town,
whispered a brighter promise than the home town dullness
that was fading
like a ghost of Christmas past.
Copyright © Kathryn Sweeney | Year Posted 2018
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