Cary Briel

“Chickens!”
This was icing on the cake, I suppose,
As they sped by
Launching their precision-guided taunts;
We both knew their intended effect;

A slight head shake–
The mumbled line of profanity or two–
This was all that was returned for my quick glance at Lane,
Designed to save whatever face we had left;
But the two vixens had already disappeared into the city;

Afterward, we wouldn’t talk of it,
What almost happened in that apartment in the city;
After all, what could we have been thinking?
Today as much as then
I’d still urge we leave to buy beer.