Girls and Boys of Summer

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Girls And Boys of Summer
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Sitting at Starbuck’s
Some girls in flouncy seersucker
Skirts made me nervous
Because they seduced even me.

Taut, smooth black leather
Pants and padded pricey jackets
Hug testosterone-laden young bucks
Cruising in contorted
Motorcycle poses.
One can almost feel
The tug their pole cast,
Trolling
For the tidal pull
Left in their wake.

They got me, I tell you..
I saw my skin tanned
Wearing cool sunglasses
Practicing nonchalance and
Scooted too far forward
Behind some Marlon Brandoesque
Kid (In his youth).

I wore a white
Eyelet bell-sleeved number
And my jeans
Were thin and torn.
I had LIPSMACKERS
Cherry flavored gloss
Leaving wear marks
On my back pocket.

One time the INDY 500
Came to Detroit
And spewed the fumes
And searing pitch
I both hated and loved
But never forgot.

Some things
Like boots and gas
And a sunburned left arm
From resting casually too long
On the truck’s opened window
Mean freedom to Me.

I saw those youngsters today
So hungry
For each other, the wind,
The hierarchy of cool..
I loved them.
And me.
Both then and now;
The urgent teenager
And the tenderized me
Of today.

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-CA March 2015

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comments

4 Responses to “Girls and Boys of Summer”

  1. Alexis on March 15th, 2015

    uh huh. I get it. I feel it. I remember it.

  2. Judith Henry on March 16th, 2015

    Gorgeous piece! I have never been that cool.

  3. Barry on March 16th, 2015

    Have you started the novel yet?

  4. gerry harty on March 16th, 2015

    I agree with Barry!!!

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