I truly longed to be her kissing cousin,
way back when we were hormone-laden teens,
but geographic space would not allow it,
we grew apart before we had the means.
The years ahead had little time for cousins,
and Barb would flourish as a loving wife.
When children came, she was a caring mother,
her world revolved around her perfect life.
My family had also proved consuming,
and time went by without a fleeting thought
about the crush that once preoccupied me,
but for reunion times we both had caught.
Surprising that a sculpture on the plains
reminded that my love of Barb remains.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.