Waiting by Danny Earl Simmons

She crossed her legs at the ankles and waited,

like real ladies do, for the respectful approach,

the formal request, the Fred Astaire glide that slides

toward the Gene Kelly bounce before jitterbugging

its way into children, white picket fences,

and the quiet endurance of the times.

She crossed her legs at the ankles and waited

for Amen, bouncing slightly at the knees

with head bowed low, squeezing the pew

in front of her, more afraid of the step-father

beside her than the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost

upon whose sacred ground she now began to pee.

She crossed her legs at the ankles and waited

for the first leer to trace the long black seam

of her well-run fishnets, the first free drink

of the night, the first dizzy rush, the first last call,

and the first moment she can’t remember

any more of any of it.

Danny Earl Simmons is an Oregonian and a proud graduate of Corvallis High School. He is a friend of the Linn-Benton Community College Poetry Club and enjoys community theater. His poems have appeared in a variety of journals such as The Pedestal Magazine, Eclectica, Off the Coast, IthacaLit, and Fifth Wednesday Journal.

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