There she goes
hope on strings
cut-off shorts
that smile she brings
There she is
a vagrant soul
whiplash none
bikes and spokes
saw strung up
on a lamppost
outside
saw her now
There is no place to hide
There she goes
with sunlight in her hair
There she is
I’m trying not to stare
what is then
can be traced
to the bouncy long curls
in a wild full face
There she goes
snaggle-toothed blues--
a love on retrieve
a love past its due
a love on furlough
a love not planned through
a love yet to know
a love yet to woo--
There she speaks
and blows me a kiss
mid-air, I catch it
on my throbbing lips
There she is
all spuds and sparks
wrapping around
like the sound or the hush
of ruby-throated larks
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