College Girls

With the opportune moment

They snicker together

And pretend they're not observed

By our wolfish eyes.

Their puberty is not only

In their age

And their blunt eye-refusals

Of our aims,

But also in the bathtub

That marked them clean,

Winter smelling;

In their figures

That don't jump out of form

Like Twentieth Century novels.

We watch them until they turn

Behind the corner's avarice,

Their playing legs faking unawareness;

Until breasts and rhyming hips

Turn, campus bound.

Richard Gillman

135.