by the underpass, slip of a girl;
wide eyes,
glances at his paper dreams floating down
the drain way.
throws out a "how's it goin‘...?". heavy in the air,
he wants her lips. in a boys fashion,
with tented jeans and crooked smile,
hair mucked about by silly wind.
crouches,
denim seams come undone,
he is shy now.
sinks into the muddy water,
dreams and all float on by.
for jen. in part.
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