My LiteratureMarch 2, 2008 10:41 am
His legs were opened wide
By Denver E. Torres
His legs were opened wide
Like the eagle’s wings.
His pants, jeans, not so fit, that
Gave just a slight hint of what’s behind it.
But the bulge in the middle of the zipper
Seemingly angry that the zipper almost broke.
The mists of the noontime were coming out
Of his tan skin, yes, that’s the hue of his biological dress.
While his hanky and shirt, pants, and brief too drank all his mist.
His right leg, like a bothered child who broke a vase, also
Like a ball in motion, bouncing restlessly. Unceasing,
The said leg mechanically produced profuse sweat.
Then, his right leg stopped as the horde of passengers had to
Occupy the two ten-seater cushioned seats.
