Mystery Girl

April 7, 2008
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.

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