to not be a part of it.
the throng
marching down the boardwalk,
with cotton
candy,
and ice cream cones
in hand,
sunburned and tired,
their
eating habits
uncovered in bright blue
shorts
and bikinis.
we find a bench to sit on
and observe,
making no
judgement, of course,
but amused
just the same.
we've decided a long time
ago to never
leave
the house without a shirt.
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