Missed Opportunities

We’re busying ourselves with your sweater’s broken zipper,
that is just very important right now.

While the woman across the street
feels the need to air out her perfect breasts,
in the late July’s afternoon sun.

She tosses her head back in the sunlight
and a warm breeze courses its way over her skin.
Satisfied, she closes up shop, and goes on her way.

“I don’t know” I’m saying, our heads still down,
“I think it’s jammed up right solid.”

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