summer 1969, redux

I long ago wrote a poem about girls and summer and suntan lotion and being a size 9-10.  I re-wrote it last week, and am still working on it.  The previous title was "Missy - Size 9-10."

Here's the latest, with a new title:

Summer,  1969

'Brown fat looks better than white fat,' she said,
as we climbed onto the roof
to self-baste in the blazing Wisconsin
summer.

My friend was plump, as we used to say of
pleasingly round girls - plump
like soft pillows with
dimples in their pretty knees.

Girls with curves
and possibilities -

The sun has traced a treasure map
across the years
celebrating every sun-soaked
rooftop hour,
each golden day at the lake...

and every long-ago caress
over sun-kissed skin,
brown and slick in the summer sun.