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Drifting Thoughts of a Maiden Fair
the boy rolls his old hockey puck across his stained carpeting
paging through the pages of some batman comic
but today his minds not on bats and capes and cats
or clowns, or plant crazed super villains
they drift out the window, through semi blue skies
to rest on their bullet train of fluffy white clouds
five states or five hundred some miles
the mind makes a commute to somewhere else
it finds the girl and floats, unnoticed above her head
taking in every detail about her, the way she talks, moves
all her beauty takes in the mind and swallows it whole
and it lingers there, savoring every glance and stare directed at her
dreams are created of which in boy and girl are one
happy together, in the sand by the beach, tide flowing in
and then the puck falls, in a second shattering the cloud
and the mind flies back, the game of heartache takes the ice
