summer vacation

we walked frazzled in the sunlight

past the phallic-cold-stone-Jesus

and the crowds of faces that flew by

with folded hearts

and bland facades,

and my blond-haired companion hatched a plan

and turned to me and said;

i’ll see you tonight, 7?

he spoke a little too loudly

so the girls could overhear

and he held up his lightly-bronzed-hand, like a flag

of fraternity,

and i said; yeah 7’s cool, laters,  

and he disappeared with style

and silksmooth moves

with two Dutch girls

that had just caught his eye,

 

 

 

i’d never seen him before