What the sun kissed

I'm the boy in the burnt-orange graphic-t with a bull on the front blowing bubblegum a hornet slowly approaching with its razor-pin sting, sitting on a park bench enjoying the good weather -watching other students scramble, getting kissed by the sun.
     The girl with purple streaks in her raven hair walked past the pinstriped youth kicking the sun with her skull marked sneakers. The bald man in the green tweed had light reflecting off his head- silver loop earrings that he's worn since 1987. The sun blazed off of the home torn and time worn jeans , an echo of levi dreams . Then the professor with bursting briefcase and Victorian blouse beckoned them all in , synchronized with the hourly crying of church-bells.We regretfully went inside, saying goodbye to the sun - unsure of when we would next meet.