From behind the wheel
I watched the quartet
in a verdant park
across the boundary wall.
Bare torsos
no apparent concern
unfettered joy
as they romanced the rain
Squealing in delight
swinging high
catching the rain
earlier than otherwise
Instinct worked
desire surfaced
dain beckoned
and the door opened
Logic intervened
thoughts of shoes
and formal clothes
slammed the door shut
Unmoving in the seat
I stayed trapped
in cabin space
smoldering, simmering.
On the swings
the lads reached higher;
In my heart
I could sense envy arise.
Better sense prevailed
instead of jealousy
I embraced delight
in just watching joy
My spirit deserted me
to take the vacant swing
but only for a moment
for, it was time to drive again.
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