Sizzling oil
Cowboy hats
Boots
Infinite chatter
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Waiting, waiting, waiting
Almost my turn.
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Horses neighing
Kids yelling
Funnel cakes
Fried Oreos
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Waiting, waiting, waiting
Almost my turn.
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Flannel shirts
Shiny belts
Jean skirts
White tents
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My turn.
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Stuttering and fluttering
Your skin shiny with sweat
Smile grows as you repeat a phrase
Pounding heart resulting deaf ears
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“What will you have, miss?”
Sweet and tender smile
Eyes like honey
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I stammer and stutter
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“Fried pickles puh puh please.”
Words stumbling out of my mouth
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Hands touch in a wisp
Crisp crinkled bills
Finger tips warm to the touch
Sweet and tender smile
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Waiting, waiting, waiting
Eyes like honey
Warm fingertips
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“Order of fried pickles!”
Voice like velvet
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A shy smile leaves me
Honey eyes stay with me
Fried pickles warm in my palms
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About the Creator
Elsa
Teacher, traveler, fur baby mom, reader, and writer. I enjoy writing historical fiction stories, fiction, poetry, true crime, and nonfiction.
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