a group of you pretentious adolescents,
five or six, maybe seven.
As I circled the lake
the waves gently lapped
and you shallowly shouted:
“Is that a guy or a girl?”
“No, look, that running over there.
what is it?”
“I can’t tell!”
“I don’t know.” you said, “Ha, ha, ha!”
Haha.. ha.. ha.
I looked over and returned your stares,
my eyes outnumbered
as your laughs flew with the breeze
and landed in the air around my ears.
You paused, and I paused, stricken.
The perfect moment of suspended silence,
but you went on.
Though my stride remained steady,
anger pounded through my veins
and sadness prickled at my fingertips.
I looped around again, intently,
how best to spend my next two cents?
I kept those pennies for another day.
A lap longer, a mile more.
A second stripped off my next race.
and I have only you to thank.