Long black hair. She turns
Streams of shade, a jet cascade
mirrors leaves above

Strolling, taking in
…ev’rything.. the trees, the grass
sudden flock of doves
Fountain sprays like shards of glass
slice the pastel sky

Someplace else, he sighs
imagines her amber eyes
wonders why no word.

She’s a complicated girl
living in a world of long broken strings
trying to make sense of dreams and events
fleeting moods, feelings