Two girls pull up: the driver is reflected
From lips to chin, presumably eighteen --
The dress, the heels, the makeup as expected
For graduation celebrations, clean
And grownup; sidekick with her feet up on
The dash, her shoes tossed God-knows-where and skirt
Rocked back a bit behind the glass. They've won,
These high-school champs, and fluently assert
Themselves at our convenience store: the chick
In white wants donuts, grabs the waxy paper
And nabs one, while her passenger steps quick
In noticed shoes, a blue-dress with a tapered
Off-shoulder line, across my blind spots, rocking
Mundane desires while doing all the talking.
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