We tried each other on
New best friends
Playing “Barbie” in our sixties.
A task not for the faint hearted.
She had gone on vacation summer 1965
Never returning to this life
That I know and love.
She was frozen in another time of
Long teased hair below her shoulders
That made her look years older.
An alien from another galaxy, she cried
“But men like long hair.”
While I cringed,
Sharing my enlightenment
And love of books
With no one in particular…
Except “Barbie” chattering continuously
About internet websites of men
Loving women with long hair.
Me, not one to understand
Or care that plastic is a fabric…
A fabric that has increasingly become
Unfamiliar to my soul.
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Ooh…I LOVE this one Sara. Fantastic. Loved the strong ending.
This is really great, Sara. The ability to not allow ourselves to be frozen in one time period but to continue changing (and accepting aging!) is so important!
You are both so wonderful! I was a fish out of water in high school back then and I am definitely a fish out of water in this “high school of alums” in there 60s. People I’ve known for years look at me like I’m an alien.
Sara, This is really strong kiddo, the bringing back of memories; times past; the happiness and sorrows. Painting with words still is your strongest attribute.
Everything implied but not put on paper; great!