That Autumn was quite unusually balmy for this vicinity.
Assigned to live in a room in an all-male dormitory,
I was happily surrounded by long-haired, shoeless
(barefoot or socksheathed), often shirtless men---
more than I had ever imagined in high school when
old prudes' and haters' militant inhibitions
interfered, far too much, with certain conditions.
Especially, their footsteps' fragrance brought better than intoxication,
an experience I sought daily without hesitation.
Maestro Szymanowski, you saw such beauties naked on the beach
in Taormina: I traveled, that season, less far to see
adolescent* beauty in its very casual and relaxed glory
in the corridors and study rooms of my freshman-year dormitory.
Starward-Led