The Girl In the Chuck Taylor All-Stars

Her hair blown free, with eyes ablaze She walked toward me, through morning haze Her steps unmeasured, her cutoffs tight Eyes palest blue, the lightest light Would I speak first, would she respond In ten more seconds, her image gone Our shoulders brush, she passes by My arm goes numb, my heart on fire I had no choice, I’d lost control My breathing stopped, I’d play the fool And looking back, all fear defied An all-star waited, —her ‘Chucks’ untied (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)