for The Sunday Whirl #502

public domain WikiArt “February“, 1940, by Grant Wood

It Might’ve Been Florida But It Wasn’t

There was a time when gossip never
traveled beyond the town limits,
and what was published as news
was already known. You might’ve
staggered around in extreme heat
and humidity as if drunk. Always,
summer was a fun-run-carnival 
until the middle of September.

And scandals, they’d lie hard and
long below white cotton sheets,
and girls chased rainbowed-spray
from chattering sprinklers that
sounded like furious squirrels.
And come July, we unified as one
under the name of God and Jesus
for the annual church picnic, and

that was what we called growing-up,
and grownups called it The Cold War.

For Sunday Whirl #502,  image public domain WikiArt “February“, 1940, by Grant Wood. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021

9 responses to “for The Sunday Whirl #502”

  1. A super slice of nostalgia with a clever twist at the end.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Times sure have changed haven’t they. Wonderful poem, Misky.

    Liked by 1 person

      1. You’re welcome.

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  3. Love the whispers, rumors with borders, and the way things felt before the internet, really. Enjoyed.

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  4. Why am I let thinking about David Lynch – which, by the way, is a very good thing in my mind.

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    1. Thanks! I like Lynch, too.


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