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At The Campus Library, In May, A Friday Morning
Your slender build and shoudler-length hair
sometimes attracts the envy of bullies.
Your untucked, button down shirt with the cuffs
casually unfastened, and faded jeans
are not the de riguer style expected
in conformity on this campus.
Seated in the library, just after breakfast,
your grass-stained, street-grimed bare feet
propped on the table, you have a book of verse
opened to the love poems, and you read
intently with anticipation's thrill.
Then, on the stairwell from the entrance,
she moves throgh the morning light into
your eager and well satisfied sight.
Her hair is a little longer than yours.
Her subtle curves are provocatively
traced by her summery tank top
(without a compromise of modesty),
and those faded, bell-bottom jeans.
Shoeless too, her feet are ensheathed in
tan nylons---the economical
super-market style with the darker tan,
opaque reinforcements that cling to the
contours of her teasing, delectable toes.
The grass has kissed her stockinged feet with grass-stain.
Your kissed will cover her stockinged feet quite soon.
Starward
