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      November 16, 2011Lorraine MerrinThe Annual Officers’ Club Party…

      Late Summer 1973

      Women in cocktail dresses
      feign interested politeness
      as their men wheel and deal.
      She glides into the room
      like honeysuckle vine,
      conquering in full bloom:
      black leather knee-high boots,
      a mini-skirt, stretch-lace body shirt,
      and hair down to here.
      Every man’s head swivels
      and feminine radar
      sounds an alarm.
      Her flirting is like
      skin or green eyes
      or breathing.
      The guys fall hard
      and she’s not even
      beautiful.
      The pulse of the room quickens
      as a whisper of turmoil
      stirs the air
      feathers
      have been ruffled,
      and all she’s done is walk in.

      from #25 - Summer 2006

      Lorraine Merrin

      “I write to tell stories, to record voices, to offer a small history of the lives I have known, observed or imagined.”