At Pit’s Edge
So it’s away we go on another uncontrolled
run through art to music, and finally here,
overlooking the pit: to dive or merely fling?
But bouncing mammaries buttress resolve
as a weird outfit of lime green and sneakers walks
while stuffing her shoulder bag, cotton, not leather.
Flip flopping Samoan sits at an angle
that brings a smug hippie back into view.
She doubles back to purchase a blondie
as a debut butch, with body beautiful,
commando-steps boldly, making no contact.
Dude-boy distributes his latest polemic.
Perfect shapes, Finches hopping, Thai woman
comfort-steps in for a brew. Today it’s not 90
but still summer slow. Freshman arrive tomorrow.
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