Akimbo Dreaming
A Texas Sunday Evening
Dusty men stand,
Arms crossed
or Spread
In dad-shorts.
Muttering about
The quarterback
While their
Little girls leave
Their hearts on
The stage.
Young enough
Dreaming still
That the world
Will all love them
Dreams dying
And thriving
One note
At a time.
Crystal boots
And blue shirts
Bleat for
Brown eyes
And clear skies
And I wonder
What future
These men hope
For their little girls
While the cicadas
Cheer from
The branches
Above.
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