This poem is taken from Stand 225, 18(1) March - May 2020.

Patricia Cleary Miller Two Poems
The John Harvard Charm Bracelet

Matt was tall with thick black hair; 
green eyes, curled up lashes.
We would chat after Greek poetry class,
my repartee witty, my skirts short.
I think he kissed me once or twice.
Yes, he kissed me once or twice.

At Thanksgiving he took me to a debutante ball;
he escorted another girl, Ellen,
said he still loved his high school crush, Anne.
His father looked after me all evening.

So I was the third. No matter, for his eyes
were green and his lashes curled up,
and he was tall with curly black hair.

In rustling lavender taffeta, my high school prom dress –
tulip skirt, sedately dipping bodice,  
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