Wednesday, June 28, 2017

First Kiss by Ben Rasnic

Sat behind her
in second grade,
would tug her pigtails
to let her know.

At recess,
we hid together
behind the tall hedges
and traded valentines;

our stomachs queasy,
hearts racing
like Rin Tin Tin
and then

the clash
of stainless steel
& enamel,     

hint of grape pixy stix

Ben Rasnic's poems have been nominated for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize. Currently residing in Bowie, Maryland, Rasnic spends his free time in summer writing, tending his vegetable garden and supporting the Baltimore Orioles' AA farm team, the Bowie Baysox.

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