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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