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Girls at Walt's Park
I spotted a girl on the same trolley
Her mother knew mine, some way
Her face was pretty and sour
She passed the time like an hourglass should
That was the last of her I saw
Her last image a back pocket
Stitches on blue, savvy suede
It held true to a spherical way
Under high set sun we waited
On a tower that promised thrills
She walked by then, younger
Only by a year or maybe less
Despite our lack of mutual age
She held two tons of gravitational pull
Capable of drawing eye and others
Bounding as if lost in lucid dreams
After five years and with a mate
I found myself stranded amongst corridors
Moving in strident capsules made of steel
Huddled amongst a many foreign entities
They had a fluttering muttered way
But they laughed all the same
Constant slopes made of polished bronze
Everything else cast in elegant shade
As day grew later longer warmer
We retreated to some sovereign void
But before we set to wheel departed
I caught scent and sight of a vision
Who in all resplendence held such will
Her many turning highways frozen at dawn
Where all the shadows make every valley deeper
One of the days in our cluster folds
And I am privileged to retire my eyes
Rest them upon the most beauty one can behold
While still maintaining stillness of ego
We nestle together through sigh or indifference
Fill all our spaces with texture and skin
Say our old vows and share in the heat
Enjoying the feel of a familiar caress.
