Sunday, May 15, 2011

On a bookstore clerk

How beautiful,
she was,
the girl behind
the counter
at the bookstore!
I paid with a
twenty dollar
bill, and I
watched her
count the change,
blonde hair
hanging around
her neck.
I went
outside, deeply
sighed, and
walked away
smiling.

1 comment:

  1. I really enjoyed this poem...keep writing! You are very gifted.

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