tree

day one

there was once was a boy

who sat under the tree

with a smile so beautiful

it put the sun to shame

today is the first time i've

seen this boy,

and i wonder how long he has sat

how long has he sat,

watching the children play

across the grass

in the little park

how long has he sat,

writing in his notebook,

so entranced

like i, with this boy

the boy who sits

under the tree

i want to know him,

the boy under the tree

i want to know,

does he like

his eggs scrambled

or like an omelette?

i want to know,

is he a morning person?

i want to know,

does he believe in love?

i want to know everything

about this boy,

the boy under the tree

but, the question is,

does he want to know me?