her legs offend them,
bringing to mind a youth forgotten
or which they wish to forget

her hair is subtle protest, they are sure,
deliberate insult
carefully concealed

an avalanche of skateboards
breaks her reverie,
the boys fly past
not one escapes the smell of her,
the old ladies sniff

she smiles,
which they are sure is rude, somehow,
and glides past
carrying with her
their long-buried dreams.

12 Dec. ’09 – Chado


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