Girl Scout Cookies by Ken HarnischShe left the girl scout cookies on the porch
Not wanting to disturb the missus, she said
As if this were the nineteen-twenties
And such affectations hadn’t gone the
Way of the phoenix or the dodo bird
And I would have thought she was
Being a bit of a noodge, but she
Said this with a smile and the smile
Tore holes in my heart, and I fell
In stealthy love with her again
She had her little girl by the hand
I don’t know, maybe as some kind of shield
Or maybe she was just showing off
Or maybe, to my alarm, she was
Signaling that this mad escapade was
Over and she was going back to him.
The girl had her mother’s eyes and her mother’s smile
And her black hair shone in the summer sun
And there was nothing, I swear nothing
That looked like the man waiting impatiently
In the SUV. He leaned on the horn one more time
And I jumped, wondering if he knew
Oh him, she sighed and waved him off. Always
In a hurry. He doesn’t understand that
Sometimes you just have to stop and smell the roses
And then she grinned at me and squeezed
Her daughter’s hand tightly. Best in the
School, she said. Sold six hundred fifty five boxes.
Isn’t that something?
I said it was, feeling the strangled beetle in my
Throat. Wondering what a mother might do
Or might have done to produce such
A winner of a brand new girl scout. She seemed
To sense the questions behind my eyes,
The doubt that scudded over them like
Clouds on a sunny day in March.
For an instant, her own eyes flickered
With anger, and maybe hurt. How dare I?
What kind of person do you think I am?
And seeing the alarm and apology
Spreading over my face, her own softened
Into some pudding of comprehension
For the fears of yet another jealous man
And she said, the mints are the best
And our biggest sellers, and I think
We shorted you some boxes, sir
I’ll deliver those myself tomorrow, she said.
04/01/2011 Author's Note: Another imagining that began as a short story
Posted on 04/01/2011 Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 04/01/11 at 01:57 PM Oooooh, I love it! Can't wait for the next "chapter". :)) |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/01/11 at 03:08 PM A winner, next chapter, please! |
Posted by Maria Massarella on 04/01/11 at 11:35 PM "Sometimes you just have to stop and smell the roses"
...your poem is like those roses...breathing in the fragrance leaves one wanting for more... |
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/02/11 at 12:45 AM ...ken you got me good, i was into the whole enchalada...i like i like. that's how we live eh buddy? and in my daydreams they neeeeearly get there. |
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