Autumn Dance In Some High School

She waits for you at autumn term's first dance,

despite the gawking skeptics who still scoff

(because your homely looks suggest no chance).

Early, she kicked her platform sandals off:

she knows you like to see her stockinged feet.

Without refusal's sneer, or reprimand's

embarrassment, she shows she understands

and welcomes your desire.  Others' conceit

does not affect her.  She is beautiful,

in the extreme; but her poetic soul---

subtle and wise beond high school---commands

her body.  Go to her:  notice her smile

invites you to let down your guard a while:

the knot of your fears, swept apart in strands.






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