White November, IV

Balls, two,
  which hang so loooose and soft
in the warm summer clime.

Both of which are
  proud, always,
and dignified, tho one is
    lower than the other
most of the time.

And how they swayed!
    in the good young days
  away and out the sides

of the late 70's silky
  running shorts, sometimes
with that other thing

to cause just a wee
    bit of embarassment
  (or not).

Yeah, not really, though. It
  was too much fun.

Or how a lot of us
  in our twenties
let them show
  from the short cut
surfer's "baggies,"

  always on display.