By Thomas R. Thomas

the girls in their
summer dresses

drift the sidewalks

flow from door to door

greet each table as they

twirl their tresses
with each turn of
their flowing fashion

as the summer breezes
caress them on their way

I hold my eyes
inside my head
my tongue
in my mouth

knowing

the girls in their
summer dresses

are not for me

to see

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