On a summer's day, in a heatwave, like a rushed wave, she splashed by your shore,
So jittery, like a winter night's crickets, she hummed,
And you looked at her, and wondered in awe, and never knew you were looking so closely until in a pouring rain you beheld the sparkle that she bore;
Such a sight, so mesmerized, her hair flowed, danced in rhythm gymnastics and plummed.
Pink in her nails, smooth like caramel, know not why you noticed that,
Eyebrows crinkled, folds in between them, when she is so lost and invested, buried in notes;
Kind of sneaky how she turns up, startles you from behind like a quiet coy cat
Like a cool sudden breeze she comes, and stares at you with eyes like car headlights which you very much dote;
Lazy spring afternoon, by the vending machine you saw, a dark cloud like Snow White's hair turn around,
A big bill and lots of soda cans, how silly the spirit was but your smile met your eyes,
Spirit walks like wind, looks up with cautious eyes, scared to catch a gaze to astound,
What does the spirit really think? What does the spirit really feel? You don't still yet wish to bid the byes.
What are you doing, coward witty?
Always fumbling like a nitty dotty.
