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@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; Question That Shook Our High School's Social Structure Down To Its Soles [XLIX]
He wanted to be barefoot for you: barefoot,
and shirtless, with just a pair of jeans on, and
his long curls cascading over his torso;
he, a varsity athlete and you---our school's
most hated bookworm
(according to the popularity mills
where the gossip is ground exceedingly fine).
His class ring found its place on your finger; and
those who have bullied you often ceased at once
(with bruisings they were
loathe to identify). When he escorted
you to Prom, your tuxedo matched his, but he
wore no shoes---barefoot until the dance floor:
then he put on sheer silk dress socks (but no shoes,
no shoes that bright night).
Starward-Led
