Mission/78
I fell in love with the girl in the rear view mirror
as I drove home from school today.
She wore unassuming white sunglasses
and followed behind me most of the way.
I glanced back again and again
her brown hair crinkled about her head.
She could have sped and passed around me
but remained behind me instead.
Eventually we parted ways
I went east and she went south.
As she passed she turned and gazed
with an upturned nose and smirking mouth.
this is beautiful mike. :]
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I enjoyed reading your poem and hope to read more from you in the future. Congratulations on becoming a Published Poet.
ReplyDeleteHaha, thank you, anonymous! I appreciate it.
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