golly stop sign sigh golly gee

i sit in my car at the stop sign
in disbelief: the entire
boys track team is running by
en masse, all of them
shirtless, all of them
in tiny little flimsy paper-silk
shorts, they are sweating,
glistening, tiny nipples,
taut lean bellies,
slender muscled legs
they glide by
my stopped car,
and then they are
gone, i look in the
rear view mirror
whimpering as i drive
away from the stop-signed
intersection,
they are clomping on toward
showers, steam, communal nakedness,
big cocks hanging soaped
frothy
wet
it is autumn
a sunny day with red and yellow
leaves everywhere,
the pavement is strewn with
them
strewn i tell you
strewn

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Shy Boys at Home, published by Chiron Review Press in 1999.)