4/16/2008

A Spring Day

So effortlessly she appeared
Gliding on her white bike
As I was reading my white book
Under cloudless blue skies.

She spotted me
As I spotted her.
And instead of waving-
She made a funny face:

Something like an open-mouthed frown
And buggy eyes.

I half smiled.
I half waved.
And fully thought
‘go to hell’

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