She
SHE
gray clouds
and black crows
the way she looked clear through me
penny
how she walked on tip toes
mixed feelings
her long black hair
that wonderful aroma
all about the room
everything stopped
that instant
she smiled
bridge to nowhere
we walked on
nothing under our feet
five foot six?
maybe but
standing on her toes we bond
Dave Austin
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2016
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