East Broad Street shirt open
in swim trunks smoking a cigarette.
It was 88 degrees in the shade.
I nodded a hello, and he said
It's hot as f#€%. with a maniac smile.
Over the top of his shades
he was eyeballing backyards
for pools to hop, puffing smoke.
The rec pool's too crowded
and the only thing that makes a swim
better than a hot day
is an over the sunburned shoulder
fear of getting caught, even though he says
he doesn't give a shit about that.
I looked back as he turned
through a side yard to a stockade fence
at a house with an empty driveway.
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