a young blonde
black blouse
checkered skirt running
long spinners
with a tray over her head
my earliest exposure to
a fast food icon
about four years old
at that time it always made
me think of the flintstones
i hear a truck
it's the powerman
wish me luck on the dark side
out...

Nat Z. Punx

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sandy-s/