There’s a girl who I frequently see on my street. Each morning for the past week or so, I watch from the living room window of my lower east side home as she passes by. It’s usually at the same time and she is always dressed neatly; a valid assumption that she must be walking to her place of employment. She is strikingly beautiful and often I think I should go down, accidentally bump into her. I could time it so that I am...
Sitting on the veranda feeling alone, she's missing her love who is away for work, longing for the moment he will return. She leans back thinking about a mountain ranch filled with horses and a flowing creek which leads into a swimming hole. "Come on, let's go in," he says, as he strips down to his togs. She looks in his eyes, and then she begins to do the same. Together, holding hands, they run and dive in, plashing arou...
Music softly playing Shes sits hidden in plain sight Unremarkable to the random eye The cotillion swirls with a riot of color Long skirts rustle like leaves in the fall She sits in the corner watching No one notices the sparkle in her eye Her smile undetected by those who pass by She becomes invisible blending into the wall She longs to join the laughter going on She yearns for a spin around the dance floor So she sits lo...
