When I Grow Up
When I grow up I want to be a conquistador
Seven is adamant always
Once they fall in love with a career,
that is it.
What is that? I asked.
You know, she said coyly. You had them back in the day.
Not in my day. We had no conquistadores
in my covered wagon.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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