The Hi That He Remembers
The "Hi" That He Remembers
With spontaneous playfulness,
her smooth leggings glided
through a swirling pile of leaves
across the high school sidewalk,
kicking them skyward
with wide, graceful strides.
Other movements would have
distracted me, as leaves
forcefully tore off
the surrounding trees,
but my eyes were bolted upon
her
floating
flirtatious
figure
with
perfect
little
lifts.
Her wide lip smile approached mine
with a thrust of energy
like the Indian Summer wind
that surrounded our passing
like a unified hug.
"Hi," she breathed in a soft smoky voice,
as that usually effortless word
was left in my throat...
until I turned around
to take more of her in,
to try to stop
that moment from leaving
like that spinning leaf pile
behind her.
She confidently continued
on her way
without
a reciprocated head spin.
That evening's Harvest Moon
seemed to pulse, pulse, pulse,
mirroring my elated thoughts,
rehearsing the scene
where a pretty girl
looked
me
in
the
eyes
and
spoke
a
word!
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