Judy
One goes down in a side, as North Mall
Another, climbs up, other side.
With these two, time is leaped
Teenager, I’m nineteen, in Texas.
Underwear was secret; sure ladies’
Lifestyle of the days, different totally.
I climbed on one side, ended in mezzanine
Ladies’ wear were folded on the racks.
Seeing some, embarrassed, full of guilt, I blushed
Rushed away to find the steps down; there was none.
Felt cascade of North Pole pouring ice
Frozen, yet boiling, steaming, looked around.
Like angels, but Satan, two girls laughed
The later stories, memories, are in heart.
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