Mr. Blue Shorts

Eternal red light , traffic
backed up, on the bridge.

I sit, sweltering
in hellish heat--
engine running
sun blazing.

And there he is--
(peripheral vision )
walking confidently along the side,
pedestrian, with shorts
as blue as the lake below us.

Such a golden bronzed (skin) tone...
Such a lazily tossed t-shirt,
over a chiseled shoulder,
connected to a chiseled back..
Such a tossuled ponytail ..

Light turns green--
go, traffic!

(no, wait-- I'm not done looking!)

I dare not glance
in the rear view mirror,
lest his face
not match the rest of his perfection--

I shall always wonder...
Written by MadameLavender
Author's Note
Written for Indie's "Beauty in the Ordinary " comp
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