The Summer Girl With a Yellow Hat
very morning i hear her cycle chains clanging,
changing gears on the curvy corner down the street,
it makes me wonder if she has wavy brown hair,
matching chocolatey eyes full of summer hormones,
i stuff my mouth with pancakes
chewing on the fantasy of us cycling down the beach,
tyres sinking in the sand, dancing in the sunrays,
my blue summer dress flowing like the waves
that caress the seashore &
her yellow hat with mellow tinges of the sun-
i wake early the next morning to see her,
cycling down the street but all i see is
an old mail car rattling & tattling across,
i return home feeling like a yak, buried
somewhere under the piles of fury thoughts on my back,
but i like it this way,
the way the summer girl with her yellow hat
will just pass by my house every morning &
yet again I will just imagine meeting her,
finish my pancakes and nod my head to
the loneliness sitting on the couch.
Copyright © Siddhi Pawar | Year Posted 2021
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