Dancing Girl (GBE2-46)


Driving down the street
School bus comes, lights flashing,
 Forcing me to pause
On my way home.

Folding doors open
Blonde hair over
Thin shoulders .
She dances out

Moving to
Invisible music,
Reaching for the sun
As if it were a lover.

And I sit watching
Behind the wheel
Wishing I was
Her partner. 

Comments

  1. LOL one of the columnists in the paper wrote an article or a blog really about watching the young girls flow by and wondered if he was a dirty old man. He wasn't and neither are you!

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    1. A few weeks ago, the Pastor at my church did a sermon on "connections" you feel in daily life. One of his involved a girl who used a local cemetery as a studying place. She would sit on a bench near the road and he would pass every day. Never knew who she was, just that she was a fixed part of the background.

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  2. Nothing wrong with window shopping! And the product was on display.
    ♥

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    1. True. Just something about her bouncing and bopping down the street.

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  3. Great poem. I could just see her. I watched my younger daughter dance down the aisles of the grocery store so often when she was a kid, and wondered what others might think. Most just smiled. I think it's just a joy to see healthy young people move.

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  4. There is a joy that you want capture, for sure.

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