That Girl
She unfolded her arms
Like a delicate flower
Unfurling its petals to the sun
And she was all girl
And I was all sunshine
As I settled into this dew-laced affair
Her blouse pressed my forehead
In a chaste and slumbering kiss
As her lips spoke words
That slurred together
And made little sense
Everything else
Made philosophy look like trash
Blowing down a high way
Seconds before the rains came
Washing away those daisy chains
And chasing away the silly girls that wore them
Jim 1958
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