The teal Toyota
Sputters and
Parks beside an
Arched curve.
It’s body is asleep,
The lower-left hand
Tire wades in a dirty
Puddle.
A gaunt hand gestures
From within the car-
Two tall feminine
Heels clack towards
Him, her short
Skirt whirls in promiscuity
Above thin, tan legs.
An on looking senior
Turns her back in
Fiery Disgust.
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