The girl I met yesterday was


New to this city. Even though I


Didn’t say it I


Had to admit she was pretty.



She had long, black flowing hair


That fell down to her shoulders


And a red purse as


Big as a boulder




She said ‘ I am new, how are you ?’


I said I was fine, though I was on


Cloud nine. She said


‘ What is your name?’ I said ‘ Kendall?’


I stared at her soft, brown eyes while she


Looked at the sharp brown that were mine.



She studied the my hard, brown skin



And I studied the sky.


Then she left, without a trace.


I felt like I had been hit by a mace.


As I saw her go around the bend I thought


We were going to be friends.