When she asked him what he meant, it’s as if someone insisted on a full statement of purpose. How can he explain, already feeling kind of nervous? When the words finally came, he was sounding like a tourist. They did the shimmy-round, they did the loop-the-loop. There were adjectives and nouns, but there was no sense to it. And the sun sliding down, shadows creeping cross the ground: The summer kids knew it, but they weren’t about to tell you what they knew.
Sense? There is no sense. I’ll gladly be another victim of the grievously attractive. I saw one, she was jumping on a mattress. When the cops said stop, she said she still needed the practice. She did the shimmy-round, she did the Let’s Get to It. The summer kids backed her up with their sweet music, and the sun sliding down, shadows creeping cross the ground: The summer kids knew it, there was nothing more beautiful than you.