stops for gas and
snickers
stands there pumping
chewing
chick
in a blue bikini
the size of
spit and
caramel gold
legs for
miles glides by on a
neon beach cruiser
gives him the
eye
waves all excited
he waves
back flattered
pumped
’til he
pivots (so
smooth) to throw his
wrapper away
sees the
lifeguard standing
behind
him waving too hears
the girl
laughing walks back inside for
another snickers
maybe
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About the AuthorRusty Fischer is an elementary school computer teacher who writes adult poetry in his spare time to keep from losing all of his hair.
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