“It was typical. The door was open.
It was summer. The TV was on.”
Caroline confesses
when her mother
demands to know
what happened
during the day,
when no one was home.
Diana Louise,
the mother of
a teenage daughter
Caroline Anne,
was less
than pleased.
Caroline left the TV on
a baseball game with the home team losing,
and the door open,
unlocked
as she ran
as fast as she could
to her best friend’s house
with ivory white pillars,
so they both
Caroline and Emily,
could meet the new boys
of the neighborhood.

It seems as if
everything is more
desirable,
in the burning heat
of the summer sun.

The pair of best friends,
were hoping
they would be desirable too,
with their silk miniskirts
and baby blue eye shadow.

Maybe next summer,
It was typical.