When she watches the sunset…it reminds me of…
where I want to be.
If one were neighborly,
they would grimace at,
the scowl she wears…wears like she has no need.
Though time has wore it’s wild while amid her
careless over the top groomed quaff.
She still saunters by our disheveled happy lot…
Just a minute, she spares,
as though we hadn’t paid our fare.