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flocking to school

little girls swallow me daily

consumed my day begins

safely imbedded in school aimed bodies


once roomed and seated

our stares roam waiting

for the belled release

to chattering bicycles home


nearly innocent we

retrace paths

singeing male eyes

with skirts abandoned to a lifting wind


bicycles dropped for phonograph needles

we drift to cotton panties turned lace

and fired voices turned lips

warming our wind soft faces


day ends passing out to myself

with the sweat of kickball and hopscotch

left somewhat relieved

yet unable to play games

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