When

Sandwiched between 2
gloved hands, supporting curls,
lace and fluff, patent leather
and tighted puffy legs
looking up at skyscrapers,
no higher than
3 stories
feeling like a metropolis
(in population 5000)
high heels,
boufant hair,
rhinestone clutches,
my mother and grandmother
lift
me from the curb
a free carnival ride,
a snapshot
of small town glamour,
landing smoothly
on the street side
curls bouncing ear
to
ear