She was walking with her summer tank top
sailor blue stripes, dark brown hair swaying
same as her hips.
White purse on her shoulder, sound flowing
to her ears, shaded warm sidewalk, solid
beneath her feet.
She moved to the beat.
That is when he saw her, he knew what
he wanted to do, no, had to do,
quickly left his guy friends' side.
Running quickening his stride,
crew cropped head bent low and picked
out
a
single flower
from the thorny ground cover.
Wild eh?
He wasn't done.
He spun.
Three long strides.
He was there.
Tattooed arm reaching,
out with care,
Gave her the flower
bloom and her heart
went boom. (pitterpatter)
Words stopped in her throat.
His mouth moved,
she is still not sure,
what he said,
before he ran again
to be with his guy friend.
Of course she turned and looked,
she was young and he was older,
his kindness made her bolder,
than she was ever, ever before,
she kept walking and looked once
more.
With a toss of that dark brown hair,
she made a place for the flower there.
The trees must have got in the way
as I am unable to say
if their eyes met only once or more,
lesson learned
people make up this heartless city
I adore.
Just another view
from the second floor.
©DWE082013
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
She was walking with her summer tank top
sailor blue stripes, dark brown hair swaying
same as her hips.
White purse on her shoulder, sound flowing
to her ears, shaded warm sidewalk, solid
beneath her feet.
She moved to the beat.
That is when he saw her, he knew what
he wanted to do, no, had to do,
quickly left his guy friends' side.
Running quickening his stride,
crew cropped head bent low and picked
out
a
single flower
from the thorny ground cover.
Wild eh?
He wasn't done.
He spun.
Three long strides.
He was there.
Tattooed arm reaching,
out with care,
Gave her the flower
bloom and her heart
went boom. (pitterpatter)
Words stopped in her throat.
His mouth moved,
she is still not sure,
what he said,
before he ran again
to be with his guy friend.
Of course she turned and looked,
she was young and he was older,
his kindness made her bolder,
than she was ever, ever before,
she kept walking and looked once
more.
With a toss of that dark brown hair,
she made a place for the flower there.
The trees must have got in the way
as I am unable to say
if their eyes met only once or more,
lesson learned
people make up this heartless city
I adore.
Just another view
from the second floor.
©DWE082013
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