I wore the purple mini dress
With bell-shaped sleeves lined
in silver. I imagine wearing it now —
too tight, too short, too purple
for a woman my age.
We danced until midnight,
And when we left the Moose Lodge,
A caravan of college kids in cars,
The cops were waiting.
Most went to jail.
All underage, drinking in a dry county,
Dancing to hippie music.
Appalachia in the 60s,
With Janice singing in my head,
“Freedom’s just another word
For nothing left to lose.”
I don’t recall ever wearing
The purple dress again,
So why is it still hanging
In my closet?
What do you keep in the closet or trunk or attic? Old enough to have anything from the 60s? Do you know the WHY?
Happy musings on yet another rainy Monday. Don’t let it get you down!