Static lives in anticipation
End of term in view
Warm, though not yet summer
In a wet, green world
Shorts extracted
from wardrobes dormant
for alabaster legs
Wholly unprepared
A celebration of sirens
and batons
Clubs of the state
with happy faces painted on
What sick fantasies we have seeded
Silly young girls
indiscreetly confess desires
She always wanted to make out
in the back of a cruiser
There are more tender offerings
sacrificed at this altar