A flower girl with a notebook in her Lap
Sitting on the grass with sunglasses that cover her face.
Petals of hair flittering in the sunlight as light as cornsilk.
Shes Too lovely for a solid hard gaze.
.
A second long fantasy.
Talking about her journal full of doodlings and love poetry
And sitting on the wetted grass with our arms grazing each other
Lightly.
Her peasent dress pulling at her knees.
Her lips turning pink from a constant smile.
Her Hazel eyes burning from behind their lens.

And then the traffic light turns green.

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