when we were young,
working summers in the great outdoors,
doing some
sort of minimum wage
construction job
we were tanned and long haired,
full of
vigor and nonsense.
it was nothing for us, all or
one
to whistle at a girl walking by,
no matter the age,
old, young.
thinking
we had a shot
in our boots, our shirts off,
covered in mud,
our faces red from the summer
sun.
we had a shot. we swore we had
a shot when
she looked back and smiled,
was that a wink?
I think it was a wink
I saw
as she sashayed away,
moving
down the boulevard like
the hands of a clock.
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