NaPoWriMo:SanSan

Flying Beneath Her Radar

 

Flying beneath her radar, star-struck fellow

stalks the Queen of Prom from class to class

through thronging halls, butt-littered parking lots

his star runs marathons, debates, plays cello,

flirts, mingles, taunts and puffs illicit grass

she’s star of a flying circus, apex of all desire,

while dangerous class-less he, nerd-shy with spots,

dreams of flying low with gunfire.

 

 

 

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