Bumblebee and Wasp

Her cheerleader uniform was yellow and black,

Like a bumblebee,

Soothing in its exuberance,

Soothing in its brightness.

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Her hair was long and dark,

It trailed out the car window

Like the banner of an army,

A holy army in a suicide crusade.

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It was Friday night, before the football game.

The country roads were empty.

The radio was loud, aggressive rock n roll.

It was the end of summer. It was the end of an age.

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My mustang was yellow and black, like her uniform.

Yellow and black, bumblebee and wasp, insectoid.

We could fly, her and I. We could fly and not touch the earth.

Nimble and evasive, like the jet fighters in the foreign war.

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I steal glances at her, lost in the music and the sunset.

I want to ask her to runaway with me, lets just keep driving,

Over the mountains, out west, forget this town, its gravity.

Let us be two made one, incorruptible and angelic, eternal.

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We pull into the line of cars waiting to get inside to the stadium.

She will be with her friends again, and this moment will end, again.

The music pumps as loud and as melodramatic, as pompously.

This ritual comes to a crescendo, without a sacrifice, or a spell cast.