Spring On the 245

Attitude or trance no matter
She walked straight into me

A puff of wind
A kiss on my cheek

Chairs the color of nectarines lined up outside the coffee shop waiting for sun and customers

Latitude attitude groove in the nude

She dresses by sun not temperature
What the hell
She’s cute, probably knows it but not so’s you’d know it
And face it
There are no goose bumps on that exposed spaghetti strapped shoulder
Man with work boots and a backpack
Asks her “Aren’t you cold?”
And it’s not clear whether that was a fatherly question
Or harassment
But I detected no editorial nor lechery
She’ll get off near the high school
He’ll get off near the bowling alley

They both say thank you and wish a pleasant day to the driver

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