Majestic Paradox

         WATCHING 

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