SunDance

 Three schoolgirls trudge along the street
 Encumbered both by summer heat
 And weight of bookbags on their backs.
 They wedge their hands under the packs
 In fantasy that some stray breeze
 Will circulate to slightly ease
 The burden. None arrives. They cast
 A glance at standers-by, feign vast
 Contempt for boys who swerve to see
 The passing female scenery.
 Young women toss their ponytails,
 Converse until the pretense fails,
 Then turn to look back at the same
 Young men who must now play the game
 And act as though they fail to spy
 The girls' inspection. Both sides try
 To nonchalantly disengage.
 But sweat and sun and summer's rage
 Have melted coyness, softened will,
 Dissolved the mating ritual,
 Left neither party strength to pose.
 A shrug and 'See ya' serve to close
 The interaction. So they go.

• Sunday, November 19, 2000 at 13:48:11 (EST) = Datetag20001119

TopicPoetry

(correlates: FacePlant, PretenseAndLackThereof, SevenManes, ...)