Justin Rutledge
Sleeveless in Vancouver
How the weatherman complains about the heatA tourist waves a camera on the streetThe clumsy thumbs of summer point to Kitsilano BeachThe trains are in the distance, out of reach,and the whales are moving drowsily in fleetsAnd you were riding sleeveless in the car,and I was swaying legless at the barYou said that we'd be sweethearts when I learned to play guitar,but man, I never learned to play guitarOh, now I'm swaying legless at the barFor eleven days, you punished me with blissand a sky in mid-July that held no cloudsSo I followed your small ankles through a large metropolis,but I lost them when they reached those subway crowdsOh, like a fool, I lost them when they reached those subway crowds
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