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The 80's Became The Present Again

The 80's Became The Present Again

On the coast of Oahu
here, I was on a beach bus,
circling a sweet picture
in my mind,
white sands, blue seas, palms,
rolling all along
in a candy store.
It was a beautiful beach setting,
a beautiful scenic bus ride ...
how can it get any better?
Three college aged girls
wearing the tiniest bikinis
get on.
Satin and those tan lines
stretching my imagination.
The candy store sales
hit the roof.
The beach bus crooned.
Seated next to me 
was an old man,
a few years older than me,
who suddenly became
young again.
His eyes were as conspicuous
as can be,
eyeing the sweets,
especially the brunette
with the black bottom,
at first was naive
of giving old dogs a bone.
The old man kept looking like
a kid in a candy store.
He had that open mouth look.
His eyes sparkled.
I did, too.
I was close behind.
My eyes taking sideward 
glances through the cracks
of my fingers
seeing the 80's again.
By now the girls are on to us.
No doubt feeling old mens eyes
taking liberties,
poking fantasies,
our eyes and heart palpations
creeping along their skin.
In a fleeting moment
the balloon fizzled.
The joke is on us.
Black bottom and her two friends
cover themselves with towels.
There's a hush.
Are those hooves I hear?
Are patrons running back 
to the candy store 
seeking refunds,
led by the two old men.
They did.
Did the bus lose it's croon?
It did.
There was dryness in my throat
and a fire hydrant wanting to gush loose
in my dreams.
And out of humanity
we look over at the girls,
once again,
maybe with repentance 
in our eyes this time.
They shrugged,
they smiled,
adding backpacks on top
of their towels.
I look out the window.
The 80's became the present again.

connie pachecho


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