the shout comes across the playground
deep from within her bowls
hey
football head(tm)
the lust evident in her screech
olé
the stars shine before her eyes as she sees nought but his football head (tm)
does she see the ocean
nah
does she see the city
negative
does she smell the sumptuous scent of cinnamon congealing with butter and sugar
as she passes the local foodery
never
alas, a single shimmering tear escapes her eyeball