Row "C" Wildcats
by D. K. Sterling

Python boots
and a Shady Brady hat;
leather belt
with silver buckle

girl's time-out
for me and the posse,
ready to roll on
summer asphalt.

Ticket in a pocket
of my low slung levi's,
made for dancing;
burning up daylight

shaking my hips
to the sound of the band,
lead singer throws
a guitars pick--
smiles.

Stranger from behind
wraps his arms around
says he's gotta dance with me,
offers a beer.

I wasn't trying to
be mean, when I suggested
that he leave...

it was simply understood
as we kicked our heels up
running; this time out of bounds
was meant for cowgirls only.