2 Poems

Swirling Girl

In my red dress

I watched from the balcony

As cadets swirled girls around the dance floor.

I wondered –

Would I be a swirling girl someday?

In my wondering

He spoke from behind –

His handsome face mesmerized me.

Smiling, he said

You are an angel!

If you were a little older

I’d ask you to be my date.

You would?

I replied.

Yes,    he said,    I would,   indeed.

He kissed my cheek,

smiled, and walked away.

It was then, I knew

I was the swirling girl –

Already.

Just Bring It to the Table

Sometimes a poem

      is like a quick

           and easy sauté

sweet and full of flavor

      Taste it

roll it around on your tongue

      swallow

sweet and savory

don’t worry about the knives

           and forks

just bring it to the table

Chris Holicek lives in Fish Creek with her dog Righley. She enjoys writing, travel, photography, cooking, and having fun with friends and family.