What's it like—
behind those big, blue, tumultuous eyes?
How's it fair—
your slovenly strawberry hair?
I see you there—
and imagine what you see
in the autumn air
surrounding you.
Can you smell the bonfire
smoldering in the backyard?
Can you hear the crop duster
flying over the fields?
How's it do—
to have a halo of light around you?
Are they grand—
the secrets of life you understand?
I see you there—
goosebumps rise on my neck
and my arm-hair
stands on end.
Can you feel my eyes
doting over your shoulder?
Can you hear my sighs
fogging up the window?
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