Non-Erotic PoetryGirls TwirlThump of bass. Wheels turn.
Dodges kids and green garbage
cans. Mothers stand on porches
waving fists and cursing into air.
Little boys on bikes don't give
a damn. Girls twirl their hair,
giggling in groups of three or
four. They step out of his way.
They feel the hum and hear his
sounds. They sway into the grass
as he passes.
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