Me and my sister
picked dandelions near the fence,
cool metal glinting under a summer sun
and our white skirts felt alive
in the breeze

From in the back,
the beer adults spilt
reeked and made the ground
sparkle and stick

The Band’s Weight drifted
music waves between the strands
of our dark hair

Little girls such as yourself,
they had told me,
will never love that country rock
as much as you do now.