Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Girl on the Metro

Wasn't she pretty ?
The tall one with the green eyes.
The one with too many bags.
Formal-wear spilling over the top
of the third bag -
tips of clothes hangers jutting out
like antlers, as if she were smuggling
tiny deer.

Perhaps there's a wedding this week-end.
A sister,
or a best friend.
She'll look on through her
slim green eyes,
tall in her lavander dress,
stirring in her bride's maid's heart.

Darling girl,
I do hope someone
asks you to dance.