A girl sits here,
in a place missing cheer,
perhaps it’s because she’s missing her chair
or the road to happiness is closed because of fear,
either way, she still sits there.
There goes crisp-air nudging a sweater,
ankles on the edge, not budging and air fettered.
Dirty worlds produce flirty girls,
flirting with dirt,
she’ll need a washing
like a sandy pearl.
On yellow grass sits a mellow ass.
Not skipping, but also not in class.
Socks stripes, paired with matching shoes,
pondering the blues, with only one stripe of blue…