Golly Miss Motley

Lynn Greyling

Golly Miss Motley 

Out in the cotton field you trip on an unhoed

row and I seize the moment and catch you

in my arms that seem too skinny for the moment

My legs like jelly – Golly, Miss Motley. I want to celebrate -

to hold this moment on a silver shimmered platter

shining forever in our perfect portion of paired paradise –

I swear, I see you turn and lift your arms around my neck –

but it’s all a half-bake dream, spoiling in the hot sun

as you trip on an unhoed row and I stand stunned in

the flash of your thigh, and like the sixteen-year-old I am,

watch your fall, see you shake off my too-late-offered hand

wait as you walk away, ponytail wagging at me, waving

your contempt stained in acres of cotton forever indelible   

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Boys and their donuts

Petr Kratochvil

Boys and their donuts

Hey Miss Motley! - we call out to you inside

"Will you leaves us a platter of them jelly donuts 

lined up like you do in a row like good soldiers. 

Nah, don’t you bother coming up to the window

we’ll all catch you later after we done celebrate

our win - Paradise in a our cotton field-trip

Your powdered sugar stays sweet on our lips

as we sprawl in the sun – and later sugar stunned

stumble home in the setting sun separating one after 

one, each and all of us forgetting as always to swing back on by

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The Sunday Whirl « weekly wordles