Us
Nancy L'enz Hogan
I wish we had known Us as
little girls - you 'n me -
meeting first in kindergarten, maybe;
two pink little larvae
wearing grosgrain hair bows
being polite to each other's mothers
and miserable giggling under the adult
Eye;
ascending the grades together
through pets and bikes and bras and boys -
And yet, we're met, tow ladies grown,
brimming with black coffee and with poise,
laughing in your patchwork garden
eating baby lettuce in the dusk and
sprinkling salt on silvery-trailed
marauding snails.
