Nick & Sara sat on the steps
in the warm fog after school.
Despite the view of riders on the 71,
it was a more private place to kiss in bliss,
out of sight of Sara's bratty sister Kate
who would surely tattle if they went to her room.
The 71 Noriega rattled by, the passengers still
excitedly talking about and gawking at
the Hibernia Bank branch where a couple months before,
the kidnapped heiress turned so-called revolutionary
had brandished a gun and struck a suitably militant stance
topped with the obligatory revolutionary black beret.
The sleepy avenues it seemed, had not had
so much to see and gossip about in years.
Nick and Sara didn't care, lip locked on the stairs,
oblivious to the stares, they had at least an hour's bliss
til Sara's mom would arrive from her part time cashier job
at the Walgreen's Pharmacy over on Ocean.
Besides. It had never been like this,
so fine, so soft, so luscious,
now that Sara's braces had been removed.
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