Brown hair The rare type that cascades soft. Perky chest, Smile like a warm wave. Little back pack and a purse too. She’s on the move.
Tight jeans, Fitted shirt, But the kind of eyes, You could make love to in the dirt.
Should have tried a line, Instead I stepped out for a smoke. Spying her from the frame, Then up, She strolls into frame.
She smiles at me. “Hi.” “Hi,” she smiles. She strolls. “I’m disappointed you’re leaving.” I announce with strange authority. “Do you work here?” She really wants to know. “No.” I grin. She smiles at me the smile of an excited dolphin, Turns away, And walks on.
I stare at her ***, And wonder if there might be A loving Omniscient All powerful God After all.