That kid in the third row–
what a geek.
Crinkled blonde mop, Q-tipped
swimmer’s form;
He must swim backstroke well.
No consideration from the girls who knew him
then.
Now, a different, seasoned crowd
praise him.
Beauty and his fickled followers
Turn us from ourselves
And light recedes from untrained eyes,
until finally, after eons of experience
Character leaps to the fore
and Spirit outshines Beauty
because she always can
and will.
Welcome back to Geekville–
where things that matter don’t,
and boys look at girls
and girls look
inside.
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