Poem for her 541

Dear Readers,


There is this girl

You know her well
There in the mirror
She looks out from her curls
She sees me standing there
I smile and wave
Then the camera pans
The focus pauses
The curls wave in a breeze
The hot air blowing
The bathroom steamy
The girl smiles
I smile back at her
She looks at my camera
And waves bye bye
The camera sounds off
The girl smiles
We kiss
The wavy hair damp
The bathroom still steamy
Just now empty
Over here on the swing
There looking at the window
There looking at the window

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.